Fame Is Indeed Beautiful And Benign And

I Want Fame More Than I Can Tell. But More Than I Want Fame I Want Happiness.

I Read Of The Kalamazoo Girl Who Killed Herself After Reading The Book. I Am Not At All Surprised. She Lived In Kalamazoo, For One Thing, And Then She Read The Book.

Genius, Apart From Natural Sensitiveness, Is Prone Equally To Unreasoning Joy And To Bitterest Morbidness.

One Must Always Say Things That Aim To Interest, Because In The World One Must After All Pay For One's Keep.

Fame Is Indeed Beautiful And Benign And Gentle And Satisfying, But Happiness Is Something At Once Tender And Brilliant Beyond All Things.