If You Are Rich, You Have Lovely

Progress. There's A Good Deal Too Much O' This Progress About Nowadays, An', What's More, It'll Have To Stop.

Surely, If Life Is Good, It Is Good Throughout Its Substance; We Cannot Separate Men's Activities From Women's And Say, These Are Worthy Of Praise And These Unworthy.

What With The Reviews Of Critics, The Sarcasms Of One's Friends, The Reproaches Of One's Own Taste, There's Precious Little Peace After Publishing A Book.

Nature Is Not Silent, And Never Was A Name More Derisively Inappropriate Than When We Speak Of These Non-human Creatures Who Hoot And Crow And Bray As The Dumb Animals.

Why Haven't We Seventy Lives? One Is No Use.