I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write; to think only of my own tastes and ideals, without a thought of those of editors or publishers.

When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue for a space at the head of a long list of books for which no one will ever ask.

There is still need to think and plan, but on a different scale, and along different lines.

A man who writes for a living does not have to go anywhere in particular, and he could rarely afford to if he wanted.