'Humph!' grunted Mr. Romford, seeing his worst fears about to be realized. He had dreamt that he had timbled over a poodle in the drawing-room, and squirted a bottle of porter right into a lady's face. 'Who's goin' besides ourselves?' asked Romford, wishing to know the worst at once. 'Better be killed than frightened to death,' thought he. - Mr. Facey Romford's Hounds.
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Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.
Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.
The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.
We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.
I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should
stand by itself, of itself, and for read more
I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should
stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself read more
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciple.
Literature for me isn't a workaday job, but something which involves desires, dreams and fantasy.
Literature for me isn't a workaday job, but something which involves desires, dreams and fantasy.
Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.
Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.
