All Censure Of A Man's Self Is

I Fancy Mankind May Come, In Time, To Write All Aphoristically.

The Pleasure Of Gratifying Whim Is Very Great. It Is Known Only By Those Who Are Whimsical.

The Man Who Stops Making New Friends Eventually Will Have None.

After I Went To Bed I Had A Curious Fancy As To Dreams. In Sleep The Doors Of The Mind Are Shut, And Thoughts Come Jumping In At The Windows. They Tumble Headlong, And Therefore Are So Disorderly And Strange. Sometimes They Are Stout And Light On Their Feet, And Then They Are Rational Dreams.

One Must Be Strict Even In Little Things.