Time Itself Comes In Drops.

Our Acts Of Voluntary Attending, As Brief And Fitful As They Are, Are Nevertheless Momentous And Critical, Determining Us, As They Do, To Higher Or Lower Destinies.

As A Rule We Disbelieve All The Facts And Theories For Which We Have No Use.

We, The Lineal Representatives Of The Successful Enactors Of One Scene Of Slaughter After Another, Must, Whatever More Pacific Virtues We May Also Possess, Still Carry About With Us, Ready At Any Moment To Burst Into Flame, The Smoldering And Sinister Traits Of Character By Means Of Which They Lived Through So Many Massacres, Harming Others, But Themselves Unharmed.

Anything You May Hold Firmly In Your Imagination Can Be Yours.

If Merely 'feeling Good' Could Decide, Drunkenness Would Be The Supremely Valid Human Experience.