Count Art By Gold, And It Fetters

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.

If All Feeling For Grace And Beauty Were Not Extinguished In The Mass Of Mankind At The Actual Moment, Such A Method Of Locomotion As Cycling Could Never Have Found Acceptance; No Man Or Woman With The Slightest Aesthetic Sense Could Assume The Ludicrous Position Necessary For It.

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.

For Pastrasche Was Their Alpha And Omega; Their Treasury And Granary; Their Store Of Gold And Wand Of Wealth; Their Bread-winner And Minister; Their Only Friend And Comforter. ... Pastrasche Was Their Dog.

Could We See When And Where We Are To Meet Again, We Would Be More Tender When We Bid Our Friends Goodbye.