All Fantasy Should Have A Solid Base

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.

Men Of Genius Are Not Quick Judges Of Character. Deep Thinking And High Imagining Blunt That Trivial Instinct By Which You And I Size People Up.

There Is Much To Be Said For Failure. It Is More Interesting Than Success.

It Is A Part Of English Hypocrisy Or English Reserve, That Whilst We Are Fluent Enough In Grumbling About Small Inconveniences, We Insist On Making Light Of Any Great Difficulties Or Grief's That May Beset Us.

Death Cancels All Engagements.