Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

The Only Sure Thing About Luck Is That It Will Change.

Crude At First [the Short Story] Received A Literary Polish In The Press, But Its Dominant Quality Remained. It Was Concise And Condense, Yet Suggestive. It Was Delightfully Extravagant - Or A Miracle Of Understatement

It May Be Broadly Stated That.....of All Animals Kept For The Recreation Of Mankind The Horse Is Alone Capable Of Exciting A Passion That Shall Be Absolutely Hopeless.

Love Differs From All The Other Contagious Diseases: The Last Time A Man Is Exposed To It, He Takes It Most Readily, And Has It The Worst!