“You have no right to put on paper, to give to the public what this noble writer said to you, supposing that he was receiving a poet, not a reporter.”

—  Paul Bourget

The Age for Love
Context: I remember, the reasoning of a man determined to arrive that I tried to lull to sleep the inward voice that cried, "You have no right to put on paper, to give to the public what this noble writer said to you, supposing that he was receiving a poet, not a reporter." But I heard also the voice of my chief saying, "You will never succeed."

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French writer 1852–1935

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