Have Not All Poetic Truths

Life Is A Succession Of Readjustments.

Ghosts, We Hope, May Be Always With Us - That Is, Never Too Far Out Of The Reach Of Fancy. On The Whole, It Would Seem They Adapt Themselves Well, Perhaps Better Than We Do, To Changing World Conditions - They Enlarge Their Domain, Shift Their Hold On Our Nerves, And, Dispossessed Of One Habitat, Set Up House In Another. The Universal Battiness Of Our Century Looks Like Providing Them With A Propitious Climate.

Good General-purpose Manners Nowadays May Be Said To Consist In Knowing How Much You Can Get Away With.

In 'real Life' Everything Is Diluted; In The Novel Everything Is Condensed.

Experience Isn't Interesting Until It Begins To Repeat Itself. In Fact, Till It Does That, It Hardly Is Experience.