Artists... Disappeared Long Ago As Social Forces.

Thank God, I Never Was Cheerful. I Come From The Happy Stock Of The Mathers, Who, As You Remember, Passed Sweet Mornings Reflecting On The Goodness Of God And The Damnation Of Infants.

Wild As Man Was, And Disgusting As The More Degraded Tribes And Communities Were, The Best Of Them, And All Those From Which Further Advance Came, Were Marked By Good Qualities, Or They Could Never Have Risen To A Higher Stage.

If Thought Is Capable Of Being Classed With Electricity, Or Will With Chemical Affinity, As A Mode Of Motion, It Seems Necessary To Fall At Once Under The Second Law Of Thermodynamics As One Of The Energies Which Most Easily Degrades Itself, And, If Not Carefully Guarded, Returns Bodily To The Cheaper Form Called Heat. Of All Possible Theories, This Is Likely To Prove The Most Fatal To Professors Of History.

I Want To Be Advertised And The Easiest Way Is To Do Something Obnoxious And Do It Well.

He Never Labored So Hard To Learn A Language As He Did To Hold His Tongue, And It Affected Him For Life. The Habit Of Reticence — Of Talking Without Meaning — Is Never Effaced.