Invisible Things Are The Only Realities.

Sound Loves To Revel In A Summer Night.

The Past Is A Pebble In My Shoe.

A Short Story Is "a Short Prose Narrative, Requiring From A Half Hour, To One Or Two Hours In Its Perusal...having Conceived, With Deliberate Care, A Certain Unique Or Single Effect To Be Wrought Out.

I Intend To Put Up With Nothing That I Can Put Down.

Over The Mountains Of The Moon, Down The Valley Of The Shadow, Ride, Boldly Ride," The Shade Replied,- "if You Seek For Eldorado.