We Neither Know Nor Judge Ourselves; Others

The Future Of English Fiction May Rest With This Unknown Public - A Reading Public Of Three Millions Which Lies Right Out Of The Pale Of True Literary Civilization - Which Is Now Waiting To Be Taught The Difference Between A Good Book And A Bad.

And Earth Was Heaven A Little The Worse For Wear. And Heaven Was Earth, Done Up Again To Look Like New.

Pedants, Who Have The Least Knowledge To Be Proud Of, Are Impelled Most By Vanity.

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

I Have Heard, As Everybody Else Has, Of A Spirit's Haunting A House ; But I Have Had My Own Personal Experience Of A House's Haunting A Spirit.