When Hospitality Becomes An Art It Loses

It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep Pace With The Leaders Of Thought, As They Pass Into Oblivion.

Heroes Are Very Human, Most Of Them; Very Easily Touched By Praise.

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.

There Is Laughter That Goes So Far As To Lose All Touch With Its Motive, And To Exist Only, Grossly, In Itself. This Is Laughter At Its Best. A Man To Whom Such Laughter Has Often Been Granted May Happen To Die In A Work-house. No Matter. I Will Not Admit That He Has Failed In Life. Another Man, Who Has Never Laughed Thus, May Be Buried In Westminster Abbey, Leaving More Than A Million Pounds Overhead. What Then? I Regard Him As A Failure.

"after All," As A Pretty Girl Once Said To Me, "women Are A Sex By Themselves, So To Speak."