Debussy--A pretty girl with one blue eye and one brown one.

Anyhow, the hole in the donut is at least digestible.

The prophesying business is like writing fugues; it is fatal to every one save the man of absolute genius.

Without a doubt there are women who would vote intelligently. There are also men who knit socks beautifully.

The common man knows exactly what he wants...and deserves to get it good and hard.

Such is the art of writing as Dreiser understands it and practices it--an endless piling up of minutiae, an almost ferocious tracking down of ions, electrons and molecules, an unshakable determination to tell it all. One is amazed by the mole-like diligence of the man, and no less by his exasperating disregard for the ease of his readers.

There are some politicians who, if their constituents were cannibals, would promise them missionaries in every pot.