Fate Is Usually Swift When She Deals

Your Mock Saint Who Stands In A Niche Is Not A Woman If She Have Not Suffered, Still Less A Woman If She Have Not Sinned. Fall At The Feet Of Your Idol As You Wish, But Drag Her Down To Your Level After That -- The Only Level She Should Ever Reach, That Of Your Heart.

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops

There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed Sacrifice.

When They Are Gay, The Waves Echo Their Gaiety; But When They Are Sad, Then Every Breaker, As It Rolls, Seems To Bring Additional Sadness, And To Speak To Us Of Hopelessness And Of The Pettiness Of All Our Joys.

Thus Human Beings Judge Of One Another, Superficially, Casually, Throwing Contempt On One Another, With But Little Reason, And No Charity.