In Her Single Person She Managed To

Theories Have Nothing To Do With Life.

The Only Difference Between A Rut And A Grave Are The Dimensions.

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.