It Is A Part Of English Hypocrisy

It Is So Much Easier To Covet What One Hasn't Than To Revel In What One Has. Also, It Is So Much Easier To Be Enthusiastic About What Exists Than About What Doesn't.

I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has Come To Stay.

Every One, Even The Richest And Most Munificent Of Men, Pays Much By Cheque More Light-heartedly Than He Pays Little In Specie.

In Every Human Being One Or The Other Of These Two Instincts Is Predominant: The Active Or Positive Instinct To Offer Hospitality, The Negative Or Passive Instinct To Accept It. And Either Of These Instincts Is So Significant Of Character That One Might As Well Say That Mankind Is Divisible Into Two Great Classes: Hosts And Guests.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.