People With Theories Of Life Are, Perhaps,

Abroad It Is Our Habit To Regard All Other Travelers In The Light Of Personal And Unpardonable Grievances. They Are Intruders Into Our Chosen Realms Of Pleasure, They Jar Upon Our Sensibilities, They Lessen Our Meager Share Of Comforts, They Are Everywhere In Our Way, They Are Always An Unnecessary Feature In The Landscape.

We Owe To One Another All The Wit And Good Humour We Can Command; And Nothing So Clears Our Mental Vistas As Sympathetic And Intelligent Conversation.

A World Of Vested Interests Is Not A World Which Welcomes The Disruptive Force Of Candor.

Necessity Knows No Sunday.

Woman Is Quick To Revere Genius, But In Her Secret Soul She Seldom Loves It.