It Has Not Yet Been Recorded That

I Can Not Understand Why Ministers Presume To Deliver Sermons Every Week At Appointed Hours Because It Is Humanly Impossible For Inspirations To Come With Clock-like Regularity

To A True-blue Professor Of Literature In An American University, Literature Is Not Something That A Plain Human Being, Living Today, Painfully Sits Down To Produce. No; It Is Something Dead.

Writers Have A Rare Power Not Given To Anyone Else: We Can Bore People Long After We Are Dead.

There Are So Many People In The World Who Are Eager To Do For You Things That You Do Not Wish Done, Provided Only That You Will Do For Them Things That You Don't Wish To Do.

What Is Love? Listen! It Is The Rainbow That Stands Out, In All Its Glorious Many-colored Hues, Illuminating And Making Glad Again The Dark Clouds Of Life. It Is The Morning And The Evening Star, That In Glad Refulgence, There On The Awed Horizon, Call Nature's Hearts To An Uplifted Rejoicing In God's Marvelous Firmament!