Miss Searle Had Always Considered Boredom An

Clouds Of Black Birds Rose Up Wailing And Screaming, Like The Thoughts Of My Heart.

It Gives Me No Joy To Be Praised At The Expense Of A Better Artist, By Someone Who Does Not Know The Difference Or Who Thinks Me Too Vain To Be Aware Of It Myself.

There Is Nothing Like Despair To Make One Throw Oneself Upon The Gods.

But Courage Without Conduct Is The Virtue Of A Robber, Or A Tyrant.

An Audience Of Twenty Thousand, Sitting On Its Hands, Could Not Have Produced Such An Echoing Silence.