No Man Has Ever Praised To Persons

No Man, Or Woman, Was Ever Cured Of Love By Discovering The Falseness Of His Or Her Lover. The Living Together For Three Long, Rainy Days In The Country Has Done More To Dispel Love Than All The Perfidies In Love That Have Ever Been Committed.

The Heroic Example Of Other Days Is In Great Part The Source Of The Courage Of Each Generation; And Men Walk Up Composedly To The Most Perilous Enterprises, Beckoned Onward By The Shades Of The Brave That Were.

Rare Almost As Great Poets, Rarer, Perhaps, Than Veritable Saints And Martyrs; Are Consummate Men Of Business. A Man, To Be Excellent In This Way, Requires A Great Knowledge Of Character, With That Exquisite Tact Which Feels Unerringly The Right Moment When To Act. A Discreet Rapidity Must Pervade All The Movements Of His Thought And Action. He Must Be Singularly Free From Vanity, And Is Generally Found To Be An Enthusiast Who Has The Art To Conceal His Enthusiasm.

Almost All Human Affairs Are Tedious. Everything Is Too Long. Visits, Dinners, Concerts, Plays, Speeches, Pleadings, Essays, Sermons, Are Too Long. Pleasure And Business Labor Equally Under This Defect, Or, As I Should Rather Say, This Fatal Super-abundance.

Routine Is Not Organization, Any More Than Paralysis Is Order.