Quote of the Day

Perhaps, after all, there is no secret. We incline to think that the Problem of the Universe is like the Freemason’s mighty secret, so terrible to all children. It turns out, at last, to consist in a triangle, a mallet, and an apron—nothing more!

—Herman Melville, in a letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne

Quote of the Day

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one’s family and friends; and, lastly, the solid cash.

—Nathaniel Hawthorne