The World Is A Play That Would

Persecution Was At Least A Sign Of Personal Interest.

Distaste Sounds More Emphatic When Expressed As Moral Disapproval. With Most Of Us The Moral Counterblast Is Nothing More Than The Angry Rendering Of A Yawn.

Averageness Is A Quality We Must Put Up With. Men March Toward Civilization In Column Formation, And By The Time The Van Has Learned To Admire The Masters The Rear Is Drawing Reluctantly Away From The Totem Pole.

Many People Lose Their Tempers Merely From Seeing You Keep Yours.

Every Man Ought To Be Inquisitive Through Every Hour Of His Great Adventure Down To The Day When He Shall No Longer Cast A Shadow In The Sun. For If He Dies Without A Question In His Heart, What Excuse Is There For His Continuance?