All Sweeping Assertions Are Erroneous.

There Is No Denying That There Are 'royal Roads' Through Existence For The Upper Classes; For Them, At Least, The Highways Are Macadamized, Swept, And Watered.

Curiosity Is Its Own Suicide.

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.

The Fact Is, That Life Is Too Short To Be Occupied By Aught But The Present - Hope And Remembrance Are Equally A Waste Of Time.

Anybody's Applause Is Better Than Nobody's.