Reverence Is Fatal To Literature.

But After All, What Have We To Do With Taverns? Real Menace Belongs To The Drawing-room.

Books Have To Be Read (worse Luck It Takes So Long A Time). It Is The Only Way Of Discovering What They Contain. A Few Savage Tribes Eat Them, But Reading Is The Only Method Of Assimilation Revealed To The West.

I Only Wish The Poets Would Say This Too: Love Is Of The Body; Not The Body, But Of The The Body. Ah! The Misery That Would Be Saved If We Confessed That! Ah! For A Little Directness To Liberate The Soul!

Don't Be Mysterious; There Isn't The Time.

Neanderthal Man Listened To Stories, If One May Judge By The Shape Of His Skull.