But To Be Quite Oneself One Must

Sins Cut Boldly Up Through Every Class In Society, But Mere Misdemeanours Show A Certain Level In Life.

That Is Partly Why Women Marry - To Keep Up The Fiction Of Being In The Hub Of Things.

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.

... It Appears To Me That Problems, Inherent In Any Writing, Loom Unduly Large When One Looks Ahead. Though Nothing Is Easy, Little Is Quite Impossible.

Writers Do Not Find Subjects: Subjects Find Them. There Is Not So Much A Search As A State Of Open Susceptibility.