I do not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the "Lady Vain."

In all ages, far back into prehistory, we find human beings have painted and adorned themselves.

With wine and food, the confidence of my own table, and the necessity of reassuring my wife, I grew by insensible degrees courageous and secure.

No. I cannot expect you to believe it. Take it as a lie--or a prophecy. Say I dreamed it in the workshop. Consider I have been speculating upon the destinies of our race until I have hatched this fiction. Treat my assertion of its truth as a mere stroke of art to enhance its interest. And taking it as a story, what do you think of it?

Tell the truth and read story books;it will take you to the magical moment in a glory night.

[A novel by Henry James] is like a church lit but without a congregation to distract you, with every light and line focused on the high altar. And on the altar, very reverently place, intensely there, is a dead kitten, an egg-shell, a bit of string.

In all the round world there is no meat. There used to be. But now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses.