He Knows So Little And Knows It

The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To Be Those Who Are Making Trouble.

The Only Difference Between A Rut And A Grave Are The Dimensions.

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

The Transcendental Point Of View, The Habit Of Thought Bred By Communion With Earth And Sky, Had Refined The Grain While It Had Roughened The Husk.

Women Love With Their Imagination And Men With Their Senses.