Oh, I May Be Devout, But I

Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.

The Only People Who Can Be Excused For Letting A Bad Book Loose On The World Are The Poor Devils Who Have To Write For A Living.

Some Of The Most Famous Books Are The Least Worth Reading. Their Fame Was Due To Their Having Done Something That Needed To Be Doing In Their Day. The Work Is Done And The Virtue Of The Book Has Expired.

Everyone Has A Right To His Own Course Of Action.

Show Some Mercy To This Chair Which Has Stretched Out Its Arms To You For So Long; Please Satisfy Its Desire To Embrace You!