I May Be Old Fashioned, But I

Every Kind Of Writing Is Hypocritical.

I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has Come To Stay.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

The Dullard's Envy Of Brilliant Men Is Always Assuaged By The Suspicion That They Will Come To A Bad End.

Death Cancels All Engagements.