Whatever There Is To Know, That Shall

The Desire To Write Perfectly Of Beautiful Happenings Is, As The Saying Runs, Old As The Hills — And As Immortal.

Everything In Life Is Miraculous. For The Sigil Taught Me That It Rests Within The Power Of Each Of Us To Awaken Atwill From A Dragging Nightmare Of Life Made Up Of Unimportant Tasks And Tedious Useless Little Habits, To See Life As It Really Is, And To Rejoice In Its Exquisite Wonderfulness.

I Do That Which I Do In Every Place. Here Also, At The Gateway Of That Garden Into Which Time Has Not Entered, I Fight With Time My Ever-losing Battle, Because To Do That Diverts Me.

American Literature Was Enriched With Men Who Loved Allison .... Of The Actual And Eventual Worth Of This Romance I Cannot Pretend To Be An Unprejudiced Judge. The Tale Seems To Me One Of Those Many Books Which Have Profited, Very Dubiously Indeed, By Having Obtained, In One Way Of Another, The Repute Of Being Indecent.

Men Have Begun To Observe And Classify, They Turn From Creation To Criticism... It Is The Fashion To Be A Wit... One Must Be Able To Conceal Indecency With Elegant Diction; Manners Are Everything, Morals Nothing.