Energy Had Fastened Upon Her

The Great Novels Have Marched With The Years. They Are The Contemporaries Of Time.

I Had No Place In Any Coterie, Or In Any Reciprocal Self-advertising. I Stood Alone. I Stood Outside. I Wanted Only To Learn. I Wanted Only To Write Better.

Irony Is An Indispensable Ingredient Of The Critical Vision; It Is The Safest Antidote To Sentimental Decay.

You Could Have Forgiven My Committing A Sin If You Hadn't Feared That I Had A Committed A Pleasure As Well.

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.