One Could Not Stay A Month Without

From Earliest Childhood The Boy Was Accustomed To Feel That, For Him, Life Was Double. Winter And Summer, Town And Country, Law And Liberty, Were Hostile, And The Man Who Pretended They Were Not, Was In His Eyes A Schoolmaster -- That Is, A Man Employed To Tell Lies To Little Boys.

He Never Labored So Hard To Learn A Language As He Did To Hold His Tongue, And It Affected Him For Life. The Habit Of Reticence — Of Talking Without Meaning — Is Never Effaced.

An Artist's Business Is Only To See.

The Photograph Is A Coarse Fraud, And Seems To Delight Only In Taking The Whole Beauty Out Of The Picture.

Only On The Edge Of The Grave Can Man Conclude Anything.