For The Glory Born Of Goodness Never

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death

Never A Lip Is Curved With Pain That Can't Be Kissed Into Smiles Again.

Howbeit, Though No Scholar, I Am Not One Of Those Who Misuse The English Speech, And, Being Foolishly Led By The Hasty Custom Of Scriveners And Printers To Write The Letters "t" And "h" Joined Together, Which Resembleth A "y," Do Incontinently Jump To The Conclusion The The Is Pronounced "ye,"--the Like Of Which I Never Heard In All England.

It May Be Broadly Stated That.....of All Animals Kept For The Recreation Of Mankind The Horse Is Alone Capable Of Exciting A Passion That Shall Be Absolutely Hopeless.

Crude At First [the Short Story] Received A Literary Polish In The Press, But Its Dominant Quality Remained. It Was Concise And Condense, Yet Suggestive. It Was Delightfully Extravagant - Or A Miracle Of Understatement