Peace ... Is A Morbid

A Great Writer Created A World Of His Own And His Readers Are Proud To Live In It. A Lesser Writer May Entice Them In For A Moment, But Soon He Will Watch Them Filing Out.

There Is No More Sombre Enemy Of Good Art Than The Pram In The Hall.

It Is Only In The Country That We Can Get To Know A Person Or A Book.

The Artist Secretes Nostalgia Around Life.

Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His Eurydice, Beholds Her For The First Time As Well As The Last.