Almost All People Are Hypnotics. The Proper

The Ideal State Is Meekness, Or Humility, Or The Semi-invalid State Of The Old. Year After Year I Am Becoming Nobler And Nobler. If I Can Live To Be Decrepit Enough, I Shall Be A Saint.

Venus De Milo. To A Child She Is Ugly. When A Mind Adjusts To Thinking Of Her As A Completeness, Even Though, By Physiologic Standards, Incomplete, She Is Beautiful.

A Procession Of The Damned. By The Damned, I Mean The Excluded. We Shall Have A Procession Of Data That Science Has Excluded.

If Any Spiritualistic Medium Can Do Stunts, There Is No More Need For Special Conditions Than There Is For A Chemist To Turn Down Lights, Start Operations With A Hymn, And Ask Whether There's Any Chemical Present That Has Affinity With Something Named Hydrogen.

Existence Is Appetite: The Gnaw Of Being; The One Attempt Of All Things To Assimilate To Some Higher Attempt.