Spring Was Running In A Thin Green

No One In The Modern World Is More Lonely Than The Writer With A Literary Conscience.

Nothing Is More Trying Than Nerves To People Who Have None.

Though Pleasure May Be Purchasable, Happiness Cannot Be Bought For A Price.

Life May Take Away Happiness. But It Can't Take Away Having Had It.

I Would Write Of The Universal, Not The Provincial, In Human Nature.... I Would Write Of Characters, Not Of Characteristics.