If I was a "magic" editor, I confess I didn't see the magic; and there is no power under Heaven or in it that can prove to me that I ought to keep on making magazines as a hired man--without the common security of permanent service for lack of which nearly all my predecessors lost their chance.
But this is not all, nor half.

A man ought to express himself, ought to live his own life, say his own little say, before silence comes.

The "say" may be bad--a mere yawp, and silence might be more becoming.

But the same argument would make a man dissatisfied with his own nose if it happened to be ugly.

It's _his_ nose, and he must content himself.