An Oyster, That Marvel Of Delicacy, That

There Can Be No High Civilization Where There Is Not Ample Leisure.

The Bibliophile Is The Master Of His Books, The Bibliomaniac Their Slave.

Never Excuse Yourself.

Socially We Are Woven Into The Fabric Of Society, Where Every Man Is Like One Thread In A Piece Of Cloth. No Single Thread Has A Right To Say, "i Will Stay Here No Longer," And Draw Out. No Man Has A Right To Make A Hole In The Well-woven Fabric Of Society.

There Is No Such Thing As White Lies; A Lie Is As Black As A Coalpit, And Twice As Foul.