Autumn Is The Mellower Season, And What

The Sinews Of Art And Literature, Like Those Of War, Are Money.

Those Who Have Never Had A Father Can At Any Rate Never Know The Sweets Of Losing One. To Most Men The Death Of His Father Is A New Lease Of Life.

The Youth Of An Art Is, Like The Youth Of Anything Else, Its Most Interesting Period. When It Has Come To The Knowledge Of Good And Evil It Is Stronger, But We Care Less About It.

I Do Not Mind Lying, But I Hate Inaccuracy.

Look Before You Leap For As You Sow, Ye Are Like To Reap.