Light Is The Symbol Of Truth.

Sorrow Is The Great Idealizer.

Comparative Criticism Teaches Us That Moral And Aesthetic Defects Are More Nearly Related Than Is Commonly Supposed.

Ah, In This World, Where Every Guiding Thread Ends Suddenly In The One Sure Centre, Death, The Visionary Hand Of Might-have-been Alone Can Fill Desire's Cup To The Brim!

Stories Now, To Suit A Public Taste, Must Be Half Epigram, Half Pleasant Vice.

No Mud Can Soil Us But The Mud We Throw.