Only The Insane Take Themselves Seriously.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.

The Hospitable Instinct Is Not Wholly Altruistic. There Is Pride And Egoism Mixed Up With It.

Reverence Is A Good Thing, And Part Of Its Value Is That The More We Revere A Man, The More Sharply Are We Struck By Anything In Him (and There Is Always Much) That Is Incongruous With His Greatness.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

Only Mediocrity Can Be Trusted To Be Always At Its Best. Genius Must Always Have Lapses Proportionate To Its Triumphs.