The Vanishing, Volatile Froth Of The Present

Good Writing Is A Kind Of Skating Which Carries Off The Performer Where He Would Not Go.

If A Man Knows The Law, Find Out, Though He Live In A Pine Shanty, And Resort To Him. And If A Man Can Pipe Or Sing, So As To Wrap The Imprisoned Soul In An Elysium; Or Can Paint A Landscape, And Convey Into Souls And Ochres All The Enchantments Of Spring Or Autumn; Or Can Liberate And Intoxicate All People Who Hear Him With Delicious Songs And Verses; It Is Certain That The Secret Cannot Be Kept; The First Witness Tells It To A Second, And Men Go By Fives And Tens And Fifties To His Doors.

It Is In Bad Taste," Is The Most Formidable Word An Englishman Can Pronounce.

They Have Seen But Half The Universe Who Never Have Been Shown The House Of Pain.

Our Distrust Is Very Expensive.