No Fine Work Can Be Done Without

Every Kind Of Writing Is Hypocritical.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.

She Was One Of Those People Who Said I Don't Know Anything About Music, But I Know What I Like.

The Socratic Manner Is Not A Game At Which Two Can Play.

The Literary Gift Is A Mere Accident - Is As Often Bestowed On Idiots Who Have Nothing To Say Worth Hearing As It Is Denied To Strenuous Sages.