The Printed Page Was Like Wine To

Any But The Most Brutish Of Men Must Be Touched With A Certain Awe Or Wonder At The Baring Of A Woman's Naked Soul.

I Am Unable To Rouse Much Interest In Any Highly Civilized Race, Country Or Epoch, Including This One.

Youngsters Of This Generation Seem Not Quite So Hazardous Except In The Way Of Mechanical Speed, Bad Liquor And Venereal Diseases.

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?

I Have Accomplished Little Enough, But Such As It Is, It Is The Result Of My Own Efforts.