I Never Knew A Writer Yet Who

Nobody Shoots At Santa Claus.

Words Are Not As Satisfactory As We Should Like Them To Be, But, Like Our Neighbours, We Have Got To Live With Them And Must Make The Best And Not The Worst Of Them.

To Live Is Like To Love - All Reason Is Against It, And All Healthy Instinct For It.

The Only Living Works Are Those Which Have Drained Much Of The Author's Own Life Into Them.

There Is Nothing So Unthinkable As Thought, Unless It Be The Entire Absence Of Thought.