The Race Of Man, While Sheep In

The Two Most Common Charges Against The Older Fiction, That It Pleased Wickedly And That It Taught Nothing, Had Broken Down Before The Discovery, Except In Illiberal Sects, That The Novel Is Fitted Both For Honest Use And For Pleasure.

The First Writers Are First And The Rest, In The Long Run, Nowhere But In Anthologies.

It Is Obvious That No Difficulty In The Way Of World Government Can Match The Danger Of A World Without It.

The Race Of Man, While Sheep In Credulity, Are Wolves For Conformity.

It Is Mere Coincidence That Cooper Was Born In The Year Which Produced The Power Of Sympathy And That When He Died Uncle Tom's Cabin Was Passing Through Its Serial Stage, And Yet The Limits Of His Life Mark Almost Exactly The First Great Period Of American Fiction.