A Hundred Eyes Were Fixed On Her,

A Crowd, Proportionately To Its Size, Magnifies All That In Its Units Pertains To The Emotions, And Diminishes All That In Them Pertains To Thought.

People Who Insist On Telling Their Dreams Are Among The Terrors Of The Breakfast Table.

Men Of Genius Are Not Quick Judges Of Character. Deep Thinking And High Imagining Blunt That Trivial Instinct By Which You And I Size People Up.

Have You Noticed ... There Is Never Any Third Act In A Nightmare? They Bring You To A Climax Of Terror And Then Leave You There. They Are The Work Of Poor Dramatists.

It Is Easier To Confess A Defect Than To Claim A Quality.