As he passed out, he used to look with wonder at the black confessionals and long to sit in the dim shadow of one of them and listen to men and women whispering through the worn grating the true story of their lives.

“Tread Lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies …”

“When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting.”

“It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer t…”

“In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing.”