Stupidity Talks, Vanity Acts.

Nothing Is So Stifling As Symmetry. Symmetry Is Boredom, The Quintessence Of Mourning. Despair Yawns. There Is Something More Terrible Than A Hell Of Suffering - A Hell Of Boredom.

God Secludes Himself; But The Thinker Listens At The Door.

The Sunshine Was Delightful, The Foliage Gently Astir, More From The Activity Of Birds Than From The Breeze. One Gallant Little Bird, Doubtless Lovelorn, Was Singing His Heart Out At The Top Of A Tall Tree.

If You Would Civilize A Man, Begin With His Grandmother.

We See Past Time In A Telescope And Present Time In A Microscope. Hence The Apparent Enormities Of The Present.