Respectability Offends My Taste.

We Do Not Belong To Those Who Only Get Their Thought From Books, Or At The Prompting Of Books, -- It Is Our Custom To Think In The Open Air, Walking, Leaping, Climbing, Or Dancing On Lonesome Mountains By Preference, Or Close To The Sea, Where Even The Paths Become Thoughtful.

He Who Denies Himself Much In Great Matters Will Readily Indulge Himself In Small Things.

What Separates Two People Most Profoundly Is A Different Sense And Degree Of Cleanliness.

The Beating Of Drums, Which Delights Young Writers Who Serve A Party, Sounds To Him Who Does Not Belong To The Party Line Like A Rattling Of Chains, And Excites Sympathy Rather Than Admiration.

There Is Nothing For Which Men Ask To Be Paid Dearer Than For Humiliation.