I Know Of No More Disagreeable Sensation

As Crowds Increase We Build Our Forts Of Inattention, And The More We Talk The Easier It Is To Mean Little And Listen Not At All.

The New York Playgoer Is A Child Of Nature, And He Has An Honest And Wholesome Regard Of Whatever Is Atrocious In Art.

Men Will Confess To Treason, Murder, Arson, False Teeth, Or A Wig. How Many Of Them Will Own Up To A Lack Of Humor?

Distaste Sounds More Emphatic When Expressed As Moral Disapproval. With Most Of Us The Moral Counterblast Is Nothing More Than The Angry Rendering Of A Yawn.

Politics Is A Place Of Humble Hopes And Strangely Modest Requirements, Where All Are Good Who Are Not Criminal And All Are Wise Who Are Not Ridiculously Otherwise.