Now Literary Success Can Only Be Won

The World Will Avenge Itself Upon All Happiness In Which It Has No Share.

In Paris, When Certain People See You Ready To Set Your Foot In The Stirrup, Some Pull Your Coat-tails, Others Loosen The Buckle Of The Strap That You May Fall And Crack Your Skull; One Wrenches Off Your Horse's Shoes, Another Steals Your Whip, And The Least Treacherous Of Them All Is The Man Whom You See Coming To Fire His Pistol At You Point Blank.

No Society Is Complete Without Some Victim, A Creature To Pity, To Jeer At, To Scorn Or To Protect.

A Mother Who Is Really A Mother Is Never Free.

Like Evil, Sublimity Is Also Contagious.