England produced Shakespeare, and the British Empire the six-shilling novel.
The wrong way always seems the more reasonable.
I have written 30,000 words in a month - think of it - 30,000! I hope I am putting the right number of naughts: an average of a thousand words a day! For thirty days!
A man of letters never objects to a slum. He sharpens his pen there.
Isn't it strange that religious prejudices - beliefs none possess, not even the saints, so they have lamented - divide brothers and sons from their fathers. You see, I except mothers and sisters; the female is not a religious animal. If she were, the world would have ceased long ago.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
