Of All The Band Of Personal Traitors

When The Habitually Even-tempered Suddenly Fly Into A Passion, That Explosion Is Apt To Be More Impressive Than The Outburst Of The Most Violent Amongst Us.

Only The United Beat Of Sex And Heart Can Create Ecstasy.

The Relationship Between The Two Men Was Something Of A Miracle In Itself. It Was A Cordiality Based, Apparently, On Complete Non-comprehension Cemented By A Deep Mutual Respect For The Utterly Unknown. No Two Men Saw Less Eye To Eye And The Result Was Unexpected Harmony, As If A Dog And A Fish Had Mysteriously Become Friends And Were Proud Each Of The Other's Remarkable Dissimilarity To Himself.

Self-satisfaction Is The State Of Mind Of Those Who Have The Happy Conviction That They Are Not As Other Men.

He Did Not Arrive At This Conclusion By The Decent Process Of Quiet, Logical Deduction, Nor Yet By The Blinding Flash Of Glorious Intuition, But By The Shoddy, Untidy Process Halfway Between The Two By Which One Usually Gets To Know Things.