It is worth mentioning, for future reference, that the creative power which bubbles so pleasantly in beginning a new book quiets down after a time, and one goes on more steadily. Doubts creep in. Then one becomes resigned. Determination not to give in, and the sense of an impending shape keep one at it more than anything.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
He who Doubts from what he sees, will ne’er Believe, do what you Please. If the Sun and Moon should doubt, they’d immediately Go out.