If Hobbes carries his study with him, and his pen and his inkstand in the top of his cane, so let him carry them.
If Lamartine can best compose while walking his park, paper and pencil in hand, so let him ramble.

If Robert Hall thinks easiest when lying flat on his back, let him be prostrate.

If Lamasius writes best surrounded by children, let loose on him the whole nursery.

Don't criticise Charles Dickens because he threw all his study windows wide open and the shades up.
It may fade the carpet, but it will pour sunshine into the hearts of a million readers.

If Thomas Carlyle chose to call around an ink-spattered table Goethe, and Schiller, and Jean Paul Frederick Richter, and dissect the shams of the world with a plain goose-quill, so be it.