It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.
In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.
If you can speak what you will never hear, if you can write what you will never read, you have done rare things.
Nothing goes by luck in composition. It allows of no tricks. The best you can write will be the best you are.