A Warrior May Change His Metal, But

For Me, Temperance Is Essential To Good Work.

This Was Life! Ah, How He Loved It! Civilization Held Nothing Like This In Its Narrow And Circumscribed Sphere, Hemmed In By Restrictions And Conventionalities. Even Clothes Were A Hindrance And A Nuisance. At Last He Was Free. He Had Not Realized What A Prisoner He Had Been.

Fortunate Indeed Are Those In Which There Is Combined A Little Good And A Little Bad, A Little Knowledge Of Many Things Outside Their Own Callings, A Capacity For Love And A Capacity For Hate, For Such As These Can Look With Tolerance Upon All, Unbiased By The Egotism Of Him Whose Head Is So Heavy On One Side That All His Brains Run To That Point.

No Fiction Is Worth Reading Except For Entertainment. If It Entertains And Is Clean, It Is Good Literature, Or Its Kind. If It Forms The Habit Of Reading, In People Who Might Not Read Otherwise, It Is The Best Literature.

The Time Has Arrived When Patience Becomes A Crime And Mayhem Appears Garbed In A Manner Of Virtue