Pessimism Does Win Us Great Happy Moments.

In Every Human Being One Or The Other Of These Two Instincts Is Predominant: The Active Or Positive Instinct To Offer Hospitality, The Negative Or Passive Instinct To Accept It. And Either Of These Instincts Is So Significant Of Character That One Might As Well Say That Mankind Is Divisible Into Two Great Classes: Hosts And Guests.

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has Come To Stay.

It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep Pace With The Leaders Of Thought, As They Pass Into Oblivion.