No Man Can Be Convinced When He

A Woman In Such An Emotional Tempest Is As Perilous As A Blind Cobra To Any About Her.

When A Nation Forgets Her Skill In War, When Her Religion Becomes A Mockery, When The Whole Nation Becomes A Nation Of Money-grabbers, Then The Wild Tribes, The Barbarians Drive In... Who Will Our Invaders Be? From Whence Will They Come?

But The Idea Of A Man Making His Living By Writing Seemed, In That Hardy Environment, So Fantastic That Even Today I Am Sometimes Myself Assailed By A Feeling Of Unreality.

I Have Not Been A Success, And Probably Never Will Be.

What Always Was Must Always Be.