Wealth Acts Merely As A Kind Of

Fame, Or Notoriety, Whichever That Special Noise May Be Called When The World Like A Hound 'gives Tongue' And Announces That The Quarry In Some Form Of Genius Is At Bay, Is Apt To Increase Its Clamor In Proportion To The Aloofness Of The Pursued Animal.

Hate Is A Grand, A Strong Quality! It Makes Nations, It Builds Up Creeds! If Men Loved One Another What Should They Need Of A Church?

It Seems A Silly Kind O' Business To Bring Us Into The World At All For No Special Reason 'cept To Take Us Out Of It Again Just As Folks 'ave Learned To Know Us A Bit And Find Us Useful.

I Attribute My Good Fortune To The Simple Fact That I Have Always Tried To Write Straight From My Own Heart To The Hearts Of Others.

Such Lovely Warmth Of Thought And Delicacy Of Colour Are Beyond All Praise, And Equally Beyond All Thanks!