At First Laying Down, As A Fact

If You Would Hit The Mark, You Must Aim A Little Above It.

Truly, This World Can Go On Without Us, If We Would But Think So.

I Have A Passion For Ballad. . . . They Are The Gypsy Children Of Song, Born Under Green Hedgerows In The Leafy Lanes And Bypaths Of Literature,--in The Genial Summertime.

Rule By Patience, Laughing Water!

Authors Must Not, Like Chinese Soldiers, Expect To Win Victories By Turning Somersets In The Air.