There Is Something In Our Minds Like

Knowledge Acquired Too Rapidly And Without Being Personally Supplemented Is Never Very Productive.

Marriage, In Contrast To The Flu, Starts With A Fever And Ends With The Chills.

The Journalists Have Constructed For Themselves A Little Wooden Chapel, Which They Also Call The Temple Of Fame, In Which They Put Up And Take Down Portraits All Day Long And Make Such A Hammering You Can't Hear Yourself Speak.

Once We Know Our Weaknesses They Cease To Do Us Any Harm.

It Is Almost Everywhere The Case That Soon After It Is Begotten The Greater Part Of Human Wisdom Is Laid To Rest In Repositories.