Nine
Literature cannot be said to have served its true purpose until it has been translated into the actual life of him who reads.
Ten
When you cannot express yourself, depend upon it that you have nothing precise to express.
Eleven
Monotony, solitude, are essential to the full activity of the artist. Just as a horse is seen best when coursing alone over a great plain, so the fierce and callous egotism of the artist comes to its perfection in a vast expanse of custom, leisure, and apparently vacuous reverie.
Twelve
There can be no doubt that the average man blames much more than he praises. His instinct is to blame. If he is satisfied he says nothing; if he is not, he most illogically kicks up a row.
Thirteen
We can no more spend all our waking hours in consciously striving towards higher things than we can dine exclusively off jam.