We Have Been Cocksure Of Many Things

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

Three Generations Of Imbeciles Are Enough.

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.

Any New Formula Which Suddenly Emerges In Our Consciousness Has Its Roots In Long Trains Of Thought; It Is Virtually Old When It First Makes Its Appearance Among The Recognized Growths Of Our Intellect.

The Worst Of A Modern Stylish Mansion Is That It Has No Place For Ghosts.