How Dismal Is Progress Without Publicity.

When A Girl Leaves Her Home At Eighteen, She Does One Of Two Things. Either She Falls Into Saving Hands And Becomes Better, Or She Rapidly Assumes The Cosmopolitan Standard Of Virtue And Becomes Worse

Dreiser Wanted To Write The Next Great American Novel, And His Desperation Pervades [ Sister Carrie ] Like An Unsavory Pit Stain.

Your Writer, Your Scientist, Your Chief Official, All Have Lost The Power To Revive The Early Illusion Concerning Fame And High Place. Their Beauty And Delight Is Like The Mirage In The Heavens, Only Plain To The Eye Outside; Within Is Nothing.

I Believe In The Compelling Power Of Love.

In Order To Have Wisdom We Must Have Ignorance.