To Mourn Was Distressing, But

The Older I Grow The More Earnestly I Feel That The Few Joys Of Childhood Are The Best That Life Has To Give.

Knowledge, Like Experience, Is Valid In Fiction Only After It Has Dissolved And Filtered Down Through The Imagination Into Reality.

There Is No State Of Satisfaction, Because To Himself No Man Is A Success.

But, Of Course Only Morons Would Ever Think Or Speak Of Themselves As Intellectuals. That's Why They All Look So Sad.

The Nearer She Came To Death, The More, By Some Perversity Of Nature, Did She Enjoy Living.