To Rest Upon A Formula Is A

Every Real Thought On Every Real Subject Knocks The Wind Out Of Somebody Or Other.

Carve Every Word Before You Let It Fall.

Young Men Know The Rules, But Old Men Know The Exceptions.

On The Whole, I Am On The Side Of The Unregenerate Who Affirms The Worth Of Life As An End In Itself, As Against The Saints Who Deny It.

Why Should You Row A Boat Race? Why Endure The Long Months Of Pain In Preparation For A Fierce Half Hour That Will Leave You All But Dead? Does Anyone Ask The Question? Is There Anyone Who Would Not Go Through All The Costs, And More, For The Moment When Anguish Breaks Into Triumph Or Even For The Glory Of Having Nobly Lost? Is Life Less Than A Boat Race? If A Man Will Give The Blood In His Body To Win The One, Will He Spend All The Might Of His Soul To Prevail In The Other?