Experience Is Never Limited, And It Is

Make The Short Story Tremendously Succinct - With A Very Short Pulse Or Rhythm - And The Closest Selection Of Detail - In Other Words Summarise Intensely And Deeply And Keep Down The Lateral Development. It Should Be A Little Gem Of Bright, Quick, Vivid Form

He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing And Sputtering In His Own Grease.

You Seemed To Me To Be Soaring Far Up In The Blue - To Be Sailing In The Bright Light, Over The Heads Of Men. Suddenly Some One Tosses Up A Faded Rosebud - A Missile That Should Never Have Reached You - And Down You Drop To The Ground.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

We Trust To Novels To Train Us In The Practice Of Great Indignations And Great Generosity.