The Writer Is More Concerned To Know

The Fact That A Great Many People Believe Something Is No Guarantee Of Its Truth.

The Humorist Has A Good Eye For The Humbug; He Does Not Always Recognize The Saint.

We Can None Of Us Step Into The Same River Twice, But The River Flows On And The Other River We Step Into Is Cool And Refreshing, Too

He Did Not Care Upon What Terms He Satisfied His Passion. He Had Even A Mad, Melodramatic Idea To Drug Her.

She Alone Had Been Blind To His Merit. Why? Because He Loved Her And She Did Not Love Him. What Was It In The Human Heart That Made You Despise A Man Because He Loved You?