A Pill That The Present Moment Is

A Creature Undefiled By The Taint Of The World, Unvexed By Its Injustice, Unwearied By Its Hollow Pleasures; A Being Fresh From The Source Of Light, With Something Of Its Universal Lustre In It. If Childhood Be This, How Holy The Duty To See That In Its Onward Growth It Shall Be No Other!

Grumblers Deserve To Be Operated Upon Surgically; Their Trouble Is Usually Chronic.

Some People Are So Fond Of Ill Luck That They Run Halfway To Meet It.

Women, Somehow, Have The Same Fear Of Witty Men As Of Fireworks.

Quality, Not Quantity, Is My Measure.