True Goodness Is An Inward Grace, Not

... In The Nineteen-thirties ... The Most Casual Reader Of Murder Mysteries Could Infallibly Detect The Villain, As Soon As There Entered A Character Who Had Recently Washed His Neck And Did Not Commit Mayhem On The English Language.

A Self-made Martyr Is A Poor Thing.

Too Much Principle Is Often More Harmful Than Too Little.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.

Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.