O Cold ! O Shivery ! It

I Wanted Real Adventures To Happen To Myself. But Real Adventures, I Reflected, Do Not Happen To People Who Remain At Home: They Must Be Sought Abroad.

The Demand That I Make Of My Reader Is That He Should Devote His Whole Life To Reading My Works.

Shakespeare Is The Happy Hunting Ground Of All Minds That Have Lost Their Balance.

His Eyes Were Dimmed With Tears And, Looking Humbly Up To Heaven, He Wept For The Innocence He Had Lost.

History Is That Nightmare From Which There Is No Awakening.