The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than

... Though Not Invariably The Worst Choice, War Is Always An Obscene Horror.

No, One Couldn't Make A Revolution, One Couldn't Even Start A Riot, With Sheep That Asked Only For Better Browsing.

For Me, The Novel Is Experience Illumined By Imagination.

You Can't Fit The Same Religion To Every Man Any Mo' Than You Can The Same Pair Of Breeches. The Big Man Takes The Big Breeches An' The Little Man Takes The Small Ones, An' It's Jest The Same With Religion. It May Be Cut After One Pattern, But It's Might Apt To Get Its Shape From The Wearer Inside. Why, Thar Ain't Any Text So Peaceable That It Ain't Drawn Blood From Somebody.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.