Life Is A Fatal Complaint, And An

To Rest Upon A Formula Is A Slumber That, Prolonged, Means Death.

Most Of Us Retain Enough Of The Theological Attitude To Think That We Are Little Gods.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

There Are Many Things Which We Can Afford To Forget Which It Is Yet Well To Learn.

To Be Civilized Is To Be Potentially Master Of All Possible Ideas, And That Means That One Has Got Beyond Being Shocked, Although One Preserves One's Own Moral Aesthetic Preferences.