The World Is A Play That Would

We Always Carry Out By Committee Anything In Which Any One Of Us Alone Would Be Too Reasonable To Persist.

I Know Of No More Disagreeable Sensation Than To Be Left Feeling Generally Angry Without Anybody In Particular To Be Angry At.

Distaste Sounds More Emphatic When Expressed As Moral Disapproval. With Most Of Us The Moral Counterblast Is Nothing More Than The Angry Rendering Of A Yawn.

Women Singly Do A Good Deal Of Harm. Women In Bulk Are Chastening.

The World Is A Play That Would Not Be Worth Seeing If We Knew The Plot.