Literature at its best, then, is essentially a liberation of types,
persons, and things; a permission to them to be themselves in safety and
to the glory of God. It offers a fuller consideration of a man's case
than the world can give him; it offers, to all, noble possibilities of
fuller growth than is practicable upon earth; it offers to the meanest
soul whom it studies the divine emptiness of an uncreated world. It
gives a man what he often longs for more than houses or gardens—deserts.
For from the highest and most spiritual standpoint it is worth while to
go many days in the desert, if by that desolation one may win the
god-like pleasure of being surprised at a man. It is in this setting of a
thing in freedom, and ringing it with sanctity, it is in this snatching
it out of the tedium of law and the inevitable, that literature is
nearest to faith and divine things.
-The Independent Review, Volume 5, February-April 1905
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