That Is The Consolation Of A Little

As Crowds Increase We Build Our Forts Of Inattention, And The More We Talk The Easier It Is To Mean Little And Listen Not At All.

Women Singly Do A Good Deal Of Harm. Women In Bulk Are Chastening.

One Learns Little More About A Man From The Feats Of His Literary Memory Than From The Feats Of His Alimentary Canal.

Distaste Sounds More Emphatic When Expressed As Moral Disapproval. With Most Of Us The Moral Counterblast Is Nothing More Than The Angry Rendering Of A Yawn.

Every Man Ought To Be Inquisitive Through Every Hour Of His Great Adventure Down To The Day When He Shall No Longer Cast A Shadow In The Sun. For If He Dies Without A Question In His Heart, What Excuse Is There For His Continuance?