I Will Not Tolerate Your Faults. They

First Literature Came To Refer Only To Itself, The Literary Theory.

Modernism: The Books Are As Hard To Understand As Life Itself.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

Wisdom Cannot Prevent A Fall, But May Cushion It.

My Secrets Are Petty But Humiliating.