Sometimes I Feel That I Am A

It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep Pace With The Leaders Of Thought, As They Pass Into Oblivion.

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.

Women Who Love The Same Man Have A Kind Of Bitter Freemasonry.

All Fantasy Should Have A Solid Base In Reality.

History Does Not Repeat Itself. The Historians Repeat One Another.