Pedants, Who Have The Least

The Best Men Are Not Consistent In Good-- Why Should The Worst Men Be Consistent In Evil.

...it Will Always Remain My Private Persuasion That Nature Was Absorbed In Making Cabbages When Mrs. Vesey Was Born, And That The Good Lady Suffered The Consequences Of A Vegetable Preoccupation In The Mind Of The Mother Of Us All.

The Future Of English Fiction May Rest With This Unknown Public - A Reading Public Of Three Millions Which Lies Right Out Of The Pale Of True Literary Civilization - Which Is Now Waiting To Be Taught The Difference Between A Good Book And A Bad.

I Am A Bundle Of Nerves Dressed Up To Look Like A Man!

The Fool's Crime Is The Crime That Is Found Out And The Wise Man's Crime Is The Crime That Is Not Found Out.