She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face

Too Much Brilliance Has Its Disadvantages, And Misplaced Wit May Raise A Laugh, But Often Beheads A Topic Of Profound Interest.

If Kitchener Was Not A Great Man, He Was, At Least, A Great Poster.

Haunted From My Early Youth By The Transitoriness And Pathos Of Life, I Was Aware That It Is Not Enough To Say "i Am Doing No Harm," I Ought To Be Testing Myself Daily, And Asking Myself What I Am Really Achieving.

Although I Am Not Stupid, The Mathematical Side Of My Brain Is Like Dumb Notes Upon A Damaged Piano.

The Spirit Is An Inward Flame; A Lamp The World Blows Upon But Never Puts Out.