Christmas Is The Day That Holds All

Fame Is But An Inscription On A Grave, And Glory The Melancholy Blazon On A Coffin Lid.

The Greatness Of An Artist Or A Writer Does Not Depend On What He Has In Common With Other Artists And Writers, But On What He Has Peculiar To Himself.

The Great Man Is The Man Who Does A Thing For The First Time.

Trifles Make Up The Happiness Or The Misery Of Mortal Life.

An Old Novel Has A History Of Its Own.