Even Imperfection Itself May Have Its Ideal

War Has A Deeper And More Ineffable Relation To Hidden Grandeurs In Man Than Has Yet Been Deciphered.

The Public Is A Bad Guesser.

The Peace Of Nature And Of The Innocent Creatures Of God Seems To Be Secure And Deep, Only So Long As The Presence Of Man And His Restless And Unquiet Spirit Are Not There To Trouble Its Sanctity.

Reserve Is The Truest Expression Of Respect Towards Those Who Are Its Objects.

The Laughter Of Girls Is, And Ever Was, Among The Delightful Sounds Of Earth.