The Age Is A Vociferous One, And

Theories Have Nothing To Do With Life.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.

Women Like To Sit Down With Trouble - As If It Were Knitting.

I Never Saw The Man Yet That Came Out Of Politics As Clean As He Went Into 'em.

Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.