A Dead Tree, Falling, Made Less Havoc

Sift Each Of Us Through The Great Sieve Of Circumstance And You Have A Residue, Great Or Small As The Case May Be, That Is The Man Or The Woman.

Ants In The House Seem To Be, Not Intruders, But The Owners.

Personal Publicity Is Apt To Be Dangerous To Any Writer's Integrity; For The Moment He Begins To Fancy Himself As Quite A Person, A Taint Creeps Into His Work.

I Had Done Battle With A Great Fear And The Victory Was Mine.

The Truth Is Artistically Fallacious.