The Critic Who Justly Admires

When Hospitality Becomes An Art It Loses Its Very Soul.

The Lower One's Vitality, The More Sensitive One Is To Great Art.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.

Anything That Is Worth Doing Has Been Done Frequently. Things Hitherto Undone Should Be Given, I Suspect, A Wide Berth.

We Must Stop Talking About The American Dream And Start Listening To The Dreams Of Americans.