This is the merit and distinction of art: to be more real than reality, to be not nature but nature's essence.
William Ernest HenleyEssayists, like poets, are born and not made, and for one worth remembering, the world is confronted with a hundred not worth reading. Your true essayist is, in a literary sense, the friend of everybody.
William Ernest HenleyBehold me waitingโwaiting for the knife.... The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.... [F]ace to face with chance, I shrink a little: My hopes are strong, my will is something weak. ...I am ready But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle: You carry Cรฆsar and his fortunesโsteady!
William Ernest Henley