The Soul Begins To Travel When The

It Is Bad Enough To Be Bad, But To Be Bad In Bad Taste Is Unpardonable.

In Those Happy Days When Leisure Was Held To Be No Sin, Men And Women Wrote Journals Whose Copiousness Both Delights And Dismays Us.

For Indeed All That We Think So New To-day Has Been Acted Over And Over Again, A Shifting Comedy, By The Women Of Every Century.

It Is Unwise To Feel Too Much If We Think Too Little.

People Fed On Sugared Praises Cannot Be Expected To Feel An Appetite For The Black Broth Of Honest Criticism.