SAMUEL MCCHORD CROTHERS

The trouble with facts is that there are so many of them.

Your mind is a free port. There are no customs house officers to examine the cargoes that are unladen.

A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.

The test of real literature is that it will bear repetition. We read over the same pages again and again, and always with fresh delight.

Try as hard as we may for perfection, the net result of our labors is an amazing variety of imperfectness. We are surprised at our own versatility in being able to fail in so many different ways.

Try as hard as we may for perfection, the net result of our labors is an amazing variety of imperfectness. We are surprised at our own versatility in being able to fail in so many different ways.

The trouble with facts is that there are so many of them.

A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.

Your mind is a free port. There are no customs house officers to examine the cargoes that are unladen.

The test of real literature is that it will bear repetition. We read over the same pages again and again, and always with fresh delight.