This Solitude Opressed Her; She Was Accustomed

I Know By Experience That The Poets Are Right: Love Is Eternal.

Long Books, When Read, Are Usually Overpraised, Because The Reader Wishes To Convince Others And Himself That He Has Not Wasted His Time.

Death Destroys A Man, But The Idea Of Death Saves Him.

In Time, Mr Hall, One Gets To Recognize That Sneer, That Hardness, For Fornication Extends Far Beyond The Actual Deed. Were It A Deed Only, I For One Would Not Hold It Anathema. But When The Nations Went A Whoring They Invariably Ended By Denying God, I Think, And Until All Sexual Irregularities And Not Some Of Them Are Penal The Church Will Never Reconquer England.

One Always Tends To Overpraise A Long Book, Because One Has Got Through It.