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Being A Husband Is A Whole-time Job.

Because Her Instinct Has Told Her, Or Because She Has Been Reliably Informed, The Faded Virgin Knows That The Supreme Joys Are Not For Her; She Knows By A Process Of The Intellect; But She Can Feel Her Deprivation No More Than The Young Mother Can Feel The Hardship Of The Virgin's Lot.

Nearly All Bookish People Are Snobs, And Especially The More Enlightened Among Them. They Are Apt To Assume That If A Writer Has Immense Circulation, If He Is Enjoyed By Plain Persons, And If He Can Fill Several Theatres At Once, He Cannont Possibly Be Worth Reading And Merits Only Indifference And Disdain.

It Is Only People Of Small Stature Who Have To Stand On Their Dignity.

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