Count Art By Gold, And It Fetters

Sport Inevitably Creates Deadness Of Feeling. No One Could Take Pleasure In It Who Was Sensitive To Suffering; And Therefore Its Pursuit By Women Is Much More To Be Regretted Than Its Pursuit By Men, Because Women Pursue Much More Violently And Recklessly What They Pursue At All.

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

For What Is The Gift Of The Poet And The Artist Except To See The Sights Which Others Cannot See And To Hear The Sounds That Others Cannot Hear?

A Pipe Is A Pocket Philosopher,--a Truer One Than Socrates, For It Never Asks Questions. Socrates Must Have Been Very Tiresome, When One Thinks Of It.

It Is A Kind Of Blindness--poverty. We Can Only Grope Through Life When We Are Poor, Hitting And Maiming Ourselves Against Every Angle.