Every Man Has His Price. This Is

Stupid As A Man, Say The Women: Cowardly As A Woman, Say The Men. Stupidity In A Woman Is Unwomanly.

Read From A Distant Star, The Majuscule Script Of Our Earthly Existence Would Perhaps Lead To The Conclusion That The Earth Was The Distinctively Ascetic Planet, A Nook Of Disgruntled, Arrogant Creatures Filled With A Profound Disgust With Themselves, At The Earth, At All Life, Who Inflict As Much Pain On Themselves As They Possibly Can Out Of Pleasure In Inflicting Pain Which Is Probably Their Only Pleasure.

Let Them Like The Tibetans, Chew The Cud Of Their "om Mane Padme Hum" Innumerable Times, Or, As In Benares, Count The Name Of The God Ram-ram-ram (etc. With Or Without Charm) On Their Fingers; Or Honour Vishnu With His Thousand Names Of Invocation, Allah With His Ninety-nine; Or They May Make Use Of The Prayer-wheels And The Rosary: The Main Thing Is That They Are Settled Down For A Time At This Work And Are Tolerable To Look At. This Kind Of Prayer Has Been Invented For The Benefit Of The Pious Who Have Thought And Elevations Of Their Own.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

For A Tree To Become Tall It Must Grow Tough Roots Among The Rocks.