Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps

Good Sense About Trivialities Is Better Than Nonsense About Things That Matter.

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

Of Course We All Know That Morris Was A Wonderful All-round Man, But The Act Of Walking Round Him Has Always Tired Me.

Only Mediocrity Can Be Trusted To Be Always At Its Best. Genius Must Always Have Lapses Proportionate To Its Triumphs.