The Advice Of The Elders To Young

Reason May Be The Lever, But Sentiment Gives You The Fulcrum And The Place To Stand On If You Want To Move The World.

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.

There Is In All Men A Demand For The Superlative, So Much So That The Poor Devil That Has No Other Way Of Reaching It Attains It By Getting Drunk.

We Are All Sentenced To Capital Punishment For The Crime Of Living, And Though The Condemned Cell Of Our Earthly Existence Is But A Narrow And Bare Dwelling-place, We Have Adjusted Ourselves To It, And Made It Tolerably Comfortable For The Little While We Are To Be Confined In It.

Research And Writing Are Lonely Occupations. It Is Easy To Become Discouraged In Solitary Confinement.