I Roused Myself From The Book Which

But, Ah Me! Where Is The Faultless Human Creature Who Can Persevere In A Good Resolution, Without Sometimes Failing And Falling Back?

Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths I Tell; 'tis Virtue Makes The Bliss, Where'er We Dwell.

The Future Of English Fiction May Rest With This Unknown Public - A Reading Public Of Three Millions Which Lies Right Out Of The Pale Of True Literary Civilization - Which Is Now Waiting To Be Taught The Difference Between A Good Book And A Bad.

Pedants, Who Have The Least Knowledge To Be Proud Of, Are Impelled Most By Vanity.

I Have Heard, As Everybody Else Has, Of A Spirit's Haunting A House ; But I Have Had My Own Personal Experience Of A House's Haunting A Spirit.