An Old Novel Has A

Style, After All, Rather Than Thought, Is The Immortal Thing In Literature.

If We Were To Live Here Always, With No Other Care Than How To Feed, Clothe, And House Ourselves, Life Would Be A Very Sorry Business. It Is Immeasurably Heightened By The Solemnity Of Death.

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.