To me it seems, Mabel, that whenever a thing is really grand and potent, it has a quiet majesty about it, that is altogether unlike the frothy and flustering manner of smaller matters, and so it was with them rapids.

The fields were covered with shamrocks.

If Mr. [Thomas Stearns] Eliot is only intermittently and at times sciolistically a psychologist in his effort toward a scientific method, one must observe also that at the very basis of his attitude, where it is most explicit, in the essay called The Perfect Critic, he is least scientific.

Susan Karp and Sharon Kass, Co-Commissionairesses