We Are, All Of Us, Creatures Of

Clothes Therefore, Must Be The Insignia Of The Superiority Of Man Over All Other Animals, For Surely There Could Be No Other Reason For Wearing The Hideous Things

Fortunate Indeed Are Those In Which There Is Combined A Little Good And A Little Bad, A Little Knowledge Of Many Things Outside Their Own Callings, A Capacity For Love And A Capacity For Hate, For Such As These Can Look With Tolerance Upon All, Unbiased By The Egotism Of Him Whose Head Is So Heavy On One Side That All His Brains Run To That Point.

The More One Listens To Ordinary Conversations The More Apparent It Becomes That The Reasoning Faculties Of The Brain Take Little Part In The Direction Of The Vocal Organs.

Love Is A Strange Master, And Human Nature Is Still Stranger.

If You Write One Story, It May Be Bad; If You Write A Hundred, You Have The Odds In Your Favor.