I Never Knew A Writer Yet Who

Virtue Knows That It Is Impossible To Get On Without Compromise, And Tunes Herself, As It Were, A Trifle Sharp To Allow For An Inevitable Fall In Playing.

Books Want To Be Born: I Never Make Them. They Come To Me And Insist On Being Written, And On Being Such And Such.

There Is No True Gracefulness Which Is Not Epitomized Goodness.

Money Is The Last Enemy That Shall Never Be Subdued. While There Is Flesh There Is Money Or The Want Of Money, But Money Is Always On The Brain So Long As There Is A Brain In Reasonable Order.

To Know God Better Is Only To Realize How Impossible It Is That We Should Ever Know Him At All. I Know Not Which Is More Childish To Deny Him, Or Define Him.