It Is Now Only In Letters I

Creative Writers Are Always Greater Than The Causes That They Represent.

'a Friend,' He Repeated, Sentimental Suddenly. 'someone To Last Your Whole Life And You His. I Suppose Such A Thing Can't Really Happen Outside Sleep.'

It Is Thus, If There Is Any Rule, That We Ought To Die--neither As Victim Nor As Fanatic, But As The Seafarer Who Can Greet With An Equal Eye The Deep That He Is Entering, And The Shore That He Must Leave.

We May Divide Characters Into Flat And Round.

There Are Occasions When I Would Rather Feel Like A Fly Than A Spider.