Loving Is Half Of Believing.

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.

Emotion Is Always New.

Religion, Society, And Nature--these Are The Three Struggles Of Man.

As For The Author, He Is Profoundly Unaware Of What The Classical Or Romantic Genre Might Consist Of.... In Literature, As In Allthings, There Is Only The Good And The Bad, The Beautiful And The Ugly, The True And The False.

It Is Ourselves We Have To Fear. Prejudice Is The Real Robber, And Vice The Real Murderer.