Who Would Ever Give Up The Reality

What Sense Of Superiority It Gives One To Escape Reading Some Book Which Every One Else Is Reading.

It Is So Comic To Hear Oneself Called Old, Even At Ninety I Suppose!

The Difficulty About All This Dying, Is That You Can't Tell A Fellow Anything About It, So Where Does The Fun Come In?

What One Reads, Or Rather All That Comes To Us, Is Surely Only Of Interest And Value In Proportion As We Find Ourselves Therein, -- Form Given To What Was Vague, What Slumbered Stirred To Life.

I Make It A Rule Always To Believe Compliments Implicitly For Five Minutes, And To Simmer Gently For Twenty More.