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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.

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.

Is There Any Wilderness Of Sand In The Deserts Of Arabia, Is There Any Prospect Of Desolation Among The Ruins Of Palestine, Which Can Rival The Repelling Effect On The Eye, And The Depressing Influence On The Mind, Of An English Country Town In The First Stage Of Its Existence, And In The Transition State Of Its Prosperity?

I Am A Citizen Of The World, And I Have Met, In My Time, With So Many Different Sorts Of Virtue, That I Am Puzzled, In My Old Age, To Say Which Is The Right Sort And Which Is The Wrong.

I Am An Average Good Christian, When You Don't Push My Christianity Too Far. And All The Rest Of You—which Is A Great Comfort—are, In This Respect, Much The Same As I Am.