And All I Loved, I

There Was Much Of The Beautiful, Much Of The Wanton, Much Of The Bizarre, Something Of The Terrible, And Not A Little Of That Which Might Have Excited Disgust.

Literature Is The Most Noble Of Professions. In Fact, It Is About The Only One Fit For A Man.

Invisible Things Are The Only Realities.

The Want Of An International Copy-right Law, By Rendering It Nearly Impossible To Obtain Anything From The Booksellers In The Wayof Remuneration For Literary Labor, Has Had The Effect Of Forcing Many Of Our Very Best Writers Into The Service Of The Magazines And Reviews.

No Man Who Ever Lived Knows Any More About The Hereafter Than You And I.