Pedants, Who Have The Least

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.

Your Tears Come Easy, When You're Young, And Beginning The World. Your Tears Come Easy, When You're Old, And Leaving It. I Burst Out Crying.

I Never Paid You A Compliment, Rachel, In My Life. Successful Love May Sometimes Use The Language Of Flattery, I Admit. But Hopeless Love, Dearest, Always Speaks The Truth.

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

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.