A Ship In Dock, Surrounded By Quays

Gossip Is What No One Claims To Like, But Everybody Enjoys.

The Hair Of His Face, On The Contrary, Carroty And Flaming, Resembled A Growth Of Copper Wire Clipped Short To The Line Of The Lip; While, No Matter How Close He Shaved, Fiery Metallic Gleams Passed, When He Moved His Head, Over The Surface Of His Cheeks.

Criticism, That Fine Flower Of Personal Expression In The Garden Of Letters.

As A General Rule, A Reputation Is Built On Manner As Much As On Achievement.

Books May Be Written In All Sorts Of Places. Verbal Inspiration May Enter The Berth Of A Mariner On Board A Ship Frozen Fast In A River In The Middle Of A Town.