Fame Has Only The Span Of The

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

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.

Charity Is A Flower Not Naturally Of Earthly Growth, And It Needs Manuring With A Promise Of Profit.

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.

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.