The Nearer She Came To Death, The

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.

The Great Novels Have Marched With The Years. They Are The Contemporaries Of Time.

No One In The Modern World Is More Lonely Than The Writer With A Literary Conscience.

The Government's Like A Mule, It's Slow And It's Sure; It's Slow To Turn, And It's Sure To Turn The Way You Don't Want It.

Nothingis So Ungrateful As A Rising Generation; Yet, If There Is Any Faintest Glimmer Of Light Ahead Of Us In The Present, Itwas Kindled By The Intellectual Fires That Burned Long Before Us.