Always 'duty.' I am sick of the word. They are a lot of old blockheads in flannel vests and of old women with foot-warmers and rosaries who constantly drone into our ears 'Duty, duty!' Ah! by Jove! one's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and not accept all the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.

It is an excellent habit to look at things as so many symbols.

Talent is nothing but long patience.

Talent is long patience.

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!

The style, which is something I take to heart, is getting on my nerves horribly. It frustrates and torments me. I have days when Iam sick about it and nights when it gives me a fever. The more I go at it the more I find myself incapable of conveying the Idea.