Men Ruin Themselves Headlong For Unworthy Women.

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.

Yes! The Books - The Generous Friends Who Met Me Without Suspicion - The Merciful Masters Who Never Used Me Ill! The Only Years Of My Life That I Can Look Back On With Something Like Pride... Early And Late, Through The Long Winter Nights And The Quiet Summer Days, I Drank At The Fountain Of Knowledge, And Never Wearied Of The Draught.

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.

What Lurking Temptations To Forbidden Tenderness Find Their Finding-places In A Woman's Dressing-gown, When She Is Alone In Her Room At Night!

I Am A Bundle Of Nerves Dressed Up To Look Like A Man!