Each Wrong Act Brings With It Its

Why Is Humanity So Excessive In The Way It Does Things? The Golden Mean Seems Out Of Fashion.

I Seldom Meet Actors, They Are To Me Bright Strange Fishes Swimming In An Element Alien To Me; I Feel That To Meet Them Is To See Life.

The Position Of Women, That Sad And Well-nigh Universal Blot On Civilizations, Was Never Far From Her Mind.

Mozart Is Everyone's Tea, Pleasing To Highbrows, Middlebrows And Lowbrows Alike, Though They Probably All Get Different Kinds Of Pleasure From Him.

Atheism Was Natural Enough, But Heresy Seemed Strange. For, Surely, If One Could Believe Anything, One Could Believe Everything.