Classical And Romantic: Private Language Of A

It Is Only In The Country That We Can Get To Know A Person Or A Book.

The Only Way For Writers To Meet Is To Share A Quick Peek Over A Common Lamp-post.

There Are Many Who Dare Not Kill Themselves For Fear Of What The Neighbours Will Say.

In A Perfect Union The Man And Woman Are Like A Strung Bow. Who Is To Say Whether The String Bends The Bow, Or The Bow Tightens The String?

A Writer Is In Danger Of Allowing His Talent To Dull Who Lets More Than A Year Go Past Without Finding Himself In His Rightful Place Of Composition, The Small Single Unluxurious Retreat Of The Twentieth Century, The Hotel Bedroom.