We Are All Tattooed In Our Cradles

To Rest Upon A Formula Is A Slumber That, Prolonged, Means Death.

Life, Not The Parson, Teaches Conduct.

Detached Reflection Cannot Be Demanded In The Presence Of An Uplifted Knife.

Under Bad Manners, As Under Graver Faults, Lies Very Commonly An Overestimate Of Our Special Individuality, As Distinguished From Our Generic Humanity.

It Is Very Grand To Die In Harness, But It Is Very Pleasant To Have The Tight Straps Unbuckled And The Heavy Collar Lifted From The Neck And Shoulders.