It Is A Kind Of Blindness--poverty. We

What Is Failure Except Feebleness? And What Is It To Miss One's Mark Except To Aim Widely And Weakly?

A Great Love Is An Absolute Isolation And An Absolute Absorption.

If All Feeling For Grace And Beauty Were Not Extinguished In The Mass Of Mankind At The Actual Moment, Such A Method Of Locomotion As Cycling Could Never Have Found Acceptance; No Man Or Woman With The Slightest Aesthetic Sense Could Assume The Ludicrous Position Necessary For It.

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.

No Great Talker Ever Did Any Great Thing Yet, In This World.