I am indeed rich, since my income is superior to my expenses, and my e >>
I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son. >>
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery. >>
Mr. Faulkner, of course, is interested in making your mind rather than >>
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy pie >>
The more books we read, the clearer it becomes that the true function >>
It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.