Give The Young Half A

Of One Thing Alone I Am Very Sure: It Is A Law Of Our Nature That The Memory Of Longing Should Survive The More Fugitive Memory Of Fulfillment.

There Is A Terrible Loneliness In The Spring.

Insolent Youth Rides, Now, In The Whirlwind. For Those Modern Iconoclasts Who Are Without Culture Possess, Apparently, All The Courage.

A Good Novel Cannot Be Too Long Or A Bad Novel Too Short.

I Have Little Faith In The Theory That Organized Killing Is The Best Prelude To Peace.