...the Tourist Venice Is Venice.

Congress-these, For The Most Part, Illiterate Hacks Whose Fancy Vests Are Spotted With Gravy, And Whose Speeches, Hypocritical, Unctuous, And Slovenly, Are Spotted Also With The Gravy Of Political Patronage.

Making Love, We Are All More Alike Than We Are When We Are Talking Or Acting.

Once The State Is Looked Upon As The Source Of Rights, Rather Than Their Bound Protector, Freedom Becomes Conditional On The Pleasure Of The State.

Love Of Truth, Ordinary Common Truth Recognizable To Everyone, Is The Ruling Passion Of The Novel.

All Dramatic Realism Is Somewhat Sadistic; An Audience Is Persuaded To Watch Something That Makes It Uncomfortable And From Which No Relief Is Offered - No Laughter, No Tears, No Purgation.