America Has Enjoyed The Doubtful Blessing Of

For Me, The Novel Is Experience Illumined By Imagination.

O God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!

I Liked Human Beings, But I Did Not Love Human Nature.

To A Thrifty Theologian, Bent On Redemption With Economy, There Are Few Points Of Ethics Too Fine-spun For Splitting.

Irony Is An Indispensable Ingredient Of The Critical Vision; It Is The Safest Antidote To Sentimental Decay.