The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

The Age Is A Vociferous One, And No Prophet Is Without Honor Who Is Able To Strike An Attitude And To Speak Loud Enough To Make Himself Heard.

The Share Of The Sympathetic Publisher In The Author's Success - The True Success So Different From The Ephemeral - Is Apt To Be Overlooked In These Blatant Days, So It Is Just As Well That Some Of Us Should Keep It In Mind.

Preserve, Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reverie.

What Fools People Are When They Think They Can Make Two Lives Belong Together By Saying Words Over Them.