Evidently The Merit Depends On The Result

Day Is Like Day As Two Beads In A Rosary, Unless Changes Of Weather Form The Only Variety.

It Is An Altogether Wrong Idea That The Modern Product Of Civilization Is Less Susceptible To Love. I Sometimes Think It Is The Other Way.

The Profession Of The Writer Has Its Thorns About Which The Reader Does Not Dream.

The Sky Is One Whole, The Water Another; And Between Those Two Infinities The Soul Of Man Is In Loneliness.

Every Novelist Should Write Something For Children At Least Once In His Lifetime.