The Imagination Can Be Happy In Places

Every One Knows About The Young Man Who Falls In Love With The Chorus-girl Because She Can Kick His Hat Off, And His Sister's Friends Can't Or Won't. But The Youth Who Marries Her, Expecting That All Her Departures From Convention Will Be As Agile Or As Delightful To Him As That, Is Still The Classic Example Of Folly.

Each Man's Private Conscience Ought To Be A Nice Little Self-registering Thermometer: He Ought To Carry His Moral Code Incorruptibly And Explicitly Within Himself, And Not Care What The World Thinks. The Mass Of Human Beings, However, Are Not Made That Way; And Many People Have Been Saved From Crime Or Sin By The Simple Dislike Of Doing Things They Would Not Like To Confess.

Frenchwomen Could Not Dress Like Englishwomen Without Conviction Of Sin.

The Aristocracy Most Widely Developed In America Is That Of Wealth.

You Can Be Slum-born And Slum-bred And Still Achieve Something Worth While; But It Is A Stupid Inverted Snobbishness To Be Proud Of It. If One Had A Right To Be Proud Of Anything, It Would Be Of A Continued Decent Tradition Back Of One.