It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.
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.
All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.