He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing

She Had An Immense Curiosity About Life, And Was Constantly Staring And Wondering.

He Valued Life And Literature Equally For The Light They Threw Upon Each Other; To His Mind One Implied The Other; He Was Unable To Conceive Of Them Apart.

What Is Either A Picture Or A Novel That Is Not Character?

Live All You Can; It's A Mistake Not To.

Ideas Are, In Truth, Forces. Infinite, Too, Is The Power Of Personality. A Union Of The Two Always Makes History.