Nearly All Novels Are Too Long.

A Hot Bath! How Exquisite A Vespertine Pleasure, How Luxurious, Fervid And Flagrant A Consolation For The Rigours, The Austerities, The Renunciations Of The Day.

One Never Feels Such Distaste For One's Countrymen And Countrywomen As When One Meets Them Abroad.

The Position Of Women, That Sad And Well-nigh Universal Blot On Civilizations, Was Never Far From Her Mind.

They... Threw Themselves Into The Interests Of The Rest, But Each Plowed His Or Her Own Furrow. Their Thoughts, Their Little Passions And Hopes And Desires, All Ran Along Separate Lines. Family Life Is Like This - Animated, But Collateral.

If Words Are To Change Their Meanings, As Assuredly They Are, Let Each User Of Language Make Such Changes As Please Himself, Put Up His Own Suggestions, And Let The Best Win.