...there Must Be Something She Wanted; And

For People Who Live On Expectations, To Face Up To Their Realization Is Something Of An Ordeal.

Sins Cut Boldly Up Through Every Class In Society, But Mere Misdemeanours Show A Certain Level In Life.

Raids Are Slightly Constipating.

No One Of The Characters In My Novels Has Originated, So Far As I Know, In Real Life. If Anything, The Contrary Was The Case: Persons Playing A Part In My Life--the First Twenty Years Of It--had About Them Something Semi-fictitious.

Convention Was Our Safeguard: Could One Have Stronger?