A Modicum Of Discord Is The Very

Society Is Divided Into Two Classes, The Shearers And The Shorn.

When A Man And A Woman Have An Overwhelming Passion For Each Other, It Seems To Me, In Spite Of Such Obstacles Dividing Them As Parents Or Husband, That They Belong To Each Other In The Name Of Nature, And Are Lovers By Divine Right, In Spite Of Human Convention Or The Laws.

Sometimes Apparent Resemblance Of Character Will Bring Two Men Together And For A Certain Time Unite Them. But Their Mistake Gradually Becomes Evident, And They Are Astonished To Find Themselves Not Only Far Apart, But Even Repelled, In Some Sort, At All Their Points Of Contact.

It Is When Their Age Of Passions Is Past That Great Men Produce Their Masterpieces, Just As It Is After Volcanic Eruptions That The Soil Is Most Fertile.

The Most Wasted Day Of All Is That On Which We Have Not Laughed.