A Self-made Martyr Is A Poor Thing.

For Me, The Novel Is Experience Illumined By Imagination.

The Attraction Of Horror Is A Mental, Or Even An Intellectual, Excitement, But The Fascination Of The Repulsive, So Noticeable Incontemporary Writing, Can Spring Openly From Some Rotted Substance Within Our Civilization.

It Is Only By Knowing How Little Life Has In Store For Us That We Are Able To Look On The Bright Side And Avoid Disappointment.

Few Forms Of Life Are So Engaging As Birds.

He Felt With The Force Of A Revelation That To Throw Up The Clods Of Earth Manfully Is As Beneficent As To Revolutionize The World. It Was Not The Matter Of The Work, But The Mind That Went Into It, That Counted - And The Man Who Was Not Content To Do Small Things Well Would Leave Great Things Undone.