[n]o Party Is Any Fun Unless Seasoned

Besides, It Happens (how, I Cannot Tell) That An Idea Launched Like A Javelin In Proverbial Form Strikes With Sharper Point On The Hearer's Mind And Leaves Implanted Barbs For Meditation.

Luther Was Guilty Of Two Great Crimes - He Struck The Pope In His Crown, And The Monks In Their Belly.

Nothing Is So Foolish, They Say, As For A Man To Stand For Office And Woo The Crowd To Win Its Vote, Buy Its Support With Presents, Court The Applause Of All Those Fools And Feel Self-satisfied When They Cry Their Approval, And Then In His Hour Of Triumph To Be Carried Round Like An Effigy For The Public To Stare At, And End Up Cast In Bronze To Stand In The Market Place.

Nature, More Of A Stepmother Than A Mother In Several Ways, Has Sown A Seed Of Evil In The Hearts Of Mortals, Especially In The More Thoughtful Men, Which Makes Them Dissatisfied With Their Own Lot And Envious Of Another S.

The Chief Element Of Happiness Is This: To Want To Be What You Are.