Honor Is Simply The Morality Of Superior

Taxation, For Example, Is Eternally Lively; It Concerns Nine-tenths Of Us More Directly Than Either Smallpox Or Golf, And Has Just As Much Drama In It; Moreover, It Has Been Mellowed And Made Gay By As Many Gaudy, Preposterous Theories

Love Begins Like A Triolet And Ends Like A College Yell.

There Is Only One Justification For Having Sinned, And That Is To Be Glad Of It.

As If Paralyzed By The National Fear Of Ideas, The Democratic Distrust Of Whatever Strikes Beneath The Prevailing Platitudes, It Evades All Resolute And Honest Dealing With What, After All, Must Be Every Healthy Literature's Elementary Materials.

As The Arteries Grow Hard, The Heart Grows Soft.