I Have Sometimes Thought That His Bursts

To Note An Artist's Limitations Is But To Define His Talent.

It Is Scarcely Exaggeration To Say That If One Is Not A Little Mad About Balzac At Twenty, One Will Never Live; And If At Forty One Can Still Take Rastignac And Lucien De Rubempre At Balzac's Own Estimate, One Has Lived In Vain.

"more Than Him Has Done That," Said Antonia Sadly, And The Girls Murmured Assent.

Only The Stupid And The Phlegmatic Should Teach.

This Is Reality, Whether You Like It Or Not--all Those Frivolities Of Summer, The Light And Shadow, The Living Mask Of Green That Trembled Over Everything, They Were Lies, And This Is What Was Underneath. This Is The Truth.