Audacity Is Of All Qualities The Most

... To Be "literary" Appeared To My Deluded Innocence As An Unending Romance.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.

He Knows So Little And Knows It So Fluently.

Anger And Jealousy Are Spasms Of The Nerves, Not Of The Heart.

Passion Alone Could Destroy Passion. All The Thinking In The World Could Not Make So Much As A Dent In Its Surface.