There Is More Felicity On The Far

The Great Art Of Writing Is The Art Of Making People Real To Themselves With Words.

How Often My Soul Visits The National Gallery, And How Seldom

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.

The Word Snob Belongs To The Sour-grape Vocabulary.

How Can They Say My Life Is Not A Success? Have I Not For More Than Sixty Years Got Enough To Eat And Escaped Being Eaten?