Nature, Always Inartistic, Takes Pleasure In Creating

Eat Good Dinners And Drink Good Wine; Read Good Novels If You Have The Leisure And See Good Plays; Fall In Love, If There Is No Reason Why You Should Not Fall In Love; But Do Not Pore Over Influenza Statistics.

It Is A Most Extraordinary Thing, But I Never Read A Patent Medicine Advertisement Without Being Impelled To The Conclusion That I Am Suffering From The Particular Disease Therein Dealt With In Its Most Virulent Form.

There Are Two Kinds Of Clocks. There Is The Clock That Is Always Wrong, And That Knows It Is Wrong, And Glories In It; And There Is The Clock That Is Always Right - Except When You Rely Upon It, And Then It Is More Wrong Than You Would Think A Clock Could Be In A Civilized Country.

I Had Walked Into That Reading-room A Happy, Healthy Man. I Crawled Out A Decrepit Wreck.

That Is Just The Way With Memory; Nothing That She Brings To Us Is Complete. She Is A Willful Child; All Her Toys Are Broken. I Remember Tumbling Into A Huge Dust-hole When A Very Small Boy, But I Have Not The Faintest Recollection Of Ever Getting Out Again; And If Memory Were All We Had To Trust To, I Should Be Compelled To Believe I Was There Still.