Every Age Has A Keyhole To Which

The Idea Of Macbeth As A Conscience-torm Ented Man Is A Platitude As False As Macbeth Himself. Macbeth Has No Conscience. His Main Concern Throughout The Play Is That Most Selfish Of All Concerns: To Get A Good Night's Sleep.

Love Of Truth, Ordinary Common Truth Recognizable To Everyone, Is The Ruling Passion Of The Novel.

...the Tourist Venice Is Venice.

The Labor Of Keeping House Is Labor In Its Most Naked State, For Labor Is Toil That Never Finishes, Toil That Has To Be Begun Again The Moment It Is Completed, Toil That Is Destroyed And Consumed By The Life Process

I Was Going To Get Myself Recognized At Any Price. If I Could Not Win Fame By Goodness, I Was Ready To Do It By Badness.