Good Doctors Get A Mechanic's Pleasure In

Why It Is That A Garment Which Is Honestly Attractive In, Say, 1910 Should Be Honestly Ridiculous A Few Years Later And Honestly Charming Again A Few Years Later Still Is One Of Those Things Which Are Not Satisfactorily To Be Explained And Are Therefore Jolly And Exciting And An Addition To The Perennial Interest Of Life.

It's Easy Enough To Make The Truth Look Silly. A Man Never Seems More Foolish-like Than He Does When He's Speaking His Whole Mind And Heart.

Infatuation Is One Of Those Slightly Comic Illnesses Which Are At Once So Undignified And So Painful That A Nice-minded World Does Its Best To Ignore Their Existence Altogether, Referring To Them Only Under Provocation And Then With Apology, But, Like Its More Material Brother, This Boil On The Neck Of The Spirit Can Hardly Be Forgotten Either By The Sufferer Or Anyone Else In His Vicinity. The Malady Is Ludicrous, Sad, Excruciating And, Above All, Instantly Diagnosable.

The Nicest People Fall In Love Indiscriminately ... While Under The Influence Of That Pre-eminently Selfish Lunacy They May Make The Most Outrageous Demands Upon Their Friends With No Other Excuse Than Their Painful Need.

If One Cannot Command Attention By One's Admirable Qualities One Can At Least Be A Nuisance