Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.

Mediocrity Would Always Win By Force Of Numbers, But It Would Win Only More Mediocrity.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

...i Had Grown Up In A World That Was Dominated By Immature Age. Not By Vigorous Immaturity, But By Immaturity That Was Old And Tired And Prudent, That Loved Ritual And Rubric, And Was Utterly Wanting In Curiosity About The New And The Strange. Its Era Has Passed Away, And The World It Made Has Crumbled Around Us. Its Finest Creation, A Code Of Manners, Has Been Ridiculed And Discarded.

[reformers] Might Be Classified As A Distinct Species Having Eyes In The Back Of Their Heads.

So Long As The Serpent Continues To Crawl On The Ground, The Primary Influence Of Woman Will Be Indirect.