There Is Nothing In The World So

There Is Nothing In The World So Enjoyable As A Thorough-going Monomania.

This Is The Sphinx Of The Hearthstone, The Little God Of Domesticity, Whose Presence Turns A House Into A Home.

There Is A Vast Deal Of Make-believe In The Carefully Nurtured Sentiment For Country Life, And The Barefoot Boy, And The Mountain Girl.

What Strange Impulse Is It Which Induces Otherwise Truthful People To Say They Like Music When They Do Not, And Thus Expose Themselves To Hours Of Boredom?

The Labors Of The True Critic Are More Essential To The Author, Even, Than To The Reader.