The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is

If All Feeling For Grace And Beauty Were Not Extinguished In The Mass Of Mankind At The Actual Moment, Such A Method Of Locomotion As Cycling Could Never Have Found Acceptance; No Man Or Woman With The Slightest Aesthetic Sense Could Assume The Ludicrous Position Necessary For It.

In A Few Generations More, There Will Probably Be No Room At All Allowed For Animals On The Earth: No Need Of Them, No Toleration Of Them. An Immense Agony Will Have Then Ceased, But With It There Will Also Have Passed Away The Last Smile Of The World's Youth.

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.

You Have Not A Boat Of Your Own, That Is Just It; That Is What Women Always Suffer From; They Have To Steer, But The Craft Is Some One Else's, And The Haul Too.

Fame Nowadays Is Little Else But Notoriety.