To Speak Of Love Is To Make

A Great Writer Is Nothing Less Than A Martyr Who Does Not Die.

By Resorting To Self-resignation, The Unfortunate Consummate.

When One Of Those Skirt-bearing Animals Has Set Herself Up Above All By Permitting Herself To Be Deified, No Power On Earth Can Be As Proud As She.

Virtue, My Pet, Is An Abstract Idea, Varying In Its Manifestations With The Surroundings. Virtue In Provence, In Constantinople, In London, And In Paris Bears Very Different Fruit, But Is None The Less Virtue.

For The Journalist, Anything Probable Is Gospel Truth.