Perhaps That Suspicion Of Fraud Enhances The

I Thank God Daily For The Good Fortune Of My Birth, For I Am Certain I Would Have Made A Miserable Peasant.

Perhaps That Suspicion Of Fraud Enhances The Flavor.

There Is No Other Way Of Writing A Novel Than To Begin At The Beginning At To Continue To The End.

The Lucky Man Is He Who Knows How Much To Leave To Chance.

A Whim, A Passing Mood, Readily Induces The Novelist To Move Hearth And Home Elsewhere. He Can Always Plead Work As An Excuse To Get Him Out Of The Clutches Of Bothersome Hosts.