Mediocrity Would Always Win By Force Of

The Only Difference Between A Rut And A Grave Are The Dimensions.

Spring Was Running In A Thin Green Flame Over The Valley.

Insolent Youth Rides, Now, In The Whirlwind. For Those Modern Iconoclasts Who Are Without Culture Possess, Apparently, All The Courage.

Moderation Has Never Yet Engineered An Explosion

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.