A Self-made Martyr Is A Poor Thing.

I Have Written Chiefly Because, Though I Have Often Dreaded The Necessity, I Have Found It More Painful, In The End, Not To Write.

The Share Of The Sympathetic Publisher In The Author's Success - The True Success So Different From The Ephemeral - Is Apt To Be Overlooked In These Blatant Days, So It Is Just As Well That Some Of Us Should Keep It In Mind.

Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The Nerves, Not Of The Heart.

When This Immediate Evil Power Has Been Defeated, We Shall Not Yet Have Won The Long Battle With The Elemental Barbarities. Another Hitler, It May Be An Invisible Adversary, Will Attempt, Again, And Yet Again, To Destroy Our Frail Civilization. Is It True, I Wonder, That The Only Way To Escape A War Is To Be In It? When One Is A Part Of An Actuality Does The Imagination Find A Release?

The Great Novels Have Marched With The Years. They Are The Contemporaries Of Time.