Teaching Is The Last Refuge Of Feeble

In Books, The Proportion Of Exceptional To Commonplace People Is High; In Reality, Very Low.

Dinted Dimpled Wimpled-his Mind Wandered Down Echoing Corridors Of Assonance And Alliteration Ever Further And Further From The Point. He Was Enamoured With The Beauty Of Words.

The Consistent Thinker, The Consistently Moral Man, Is Either A Walking Mummy Or Else, If He Has Not Succeeded In Stifling All His Vitality, A Fanatical Monomaniac.

The Ductless Glands Secrete Among Other Things Our Moods, Our Aspirations, Our Philosophy Of Life.

Consistency Is Contrary To Nature, Contrary To Life. The Only Completely Consistent People Are Dead.