Justice Is The Means By Which Established

Christianity Has Done A Great Deal For Love By Making A Sin Of It.

There Are No Bad Books Any More Than There Are Ugly Women.

What Men Call Civilization Is The Condition Of Present Customs; What They Call Barbarism, The Condition Of Past Ones.

The Good Critic Is He Who Relates The Adventures Of His Soul Among Masterpieces.

Yet, Every Now And Then, There Would Pass A Young Girl, Slender, Fair And Desirable, Arousing In Young Men A Not Ignoble Desire To Possess Her, And Stirring In Old Men Regrets For Ecstasy Not Seized And Now Forever Past.