How It Infuriates A Bigot, When He

If You Are Losing Your Leisure, Look Out! You Are Losing Your Soul.

What Things There Are To Write, If One Could Only Write Them! My Mind Is Full Of Gleaming Thought; Gay Moods And Mysterious, Moth-like Meditations Hover In My Imagination, Fanning Their Painted Wings. But Always The Rarest, Those Streaked With Azure And The Deepest Crimson, Flutter Away Beyond My Reach.

Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns Everything To Gold That It Touches.

Those Who Set Out To Serve Both God And Mammon Soon Discover That There Isn't A God.

But Man Is Above All A Social And Political Animal; His Relations With His Fellow Human Beings Form His Most Absorbing And Important Interest.