Mark Twain said (particularly about Pink Marsh): "I have been reading him again, and my admiration overflows all limits. ... How effortless the limning! It is as if the work did itself, without help of the master's hand."
Only the more Rugged Mortals should attempt to Keep Up on Current Literature.
"Whom are you?" said he, for he had been to night school.
After being Turned Down by numerous Publishers, he had decided to write for Posterity.
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
In the city a funeral is just an interruption of traffic; in the country it is a form of popular entertainment.