No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness.

Things can happen in some cities and the tale of them will be interesting: the same story laid in another city would be ridiculous.

Always blame conditions, not men

No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness.

Truth is a thing immortal and perpetual, and it gives to us a beauty that fades not away in time.

No art that is not in the end understood by the People can live or ever did live a single generation.

The function of the novelist... is to comment upon life as he sees it.