Death! It Is Rest To The Aged,

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

Excess Always Carries It's Own Retributions.

The Art Of Pleasing Is More Based On The Art Of Seeming Pleased Than People Think Of, And She Disarmed The Prejudices Of Her Enemies By The Unaffected Delight She Appeared To Take In Themselves.

If All Feeling For Grace And Beauty Were Not Extinguished In The Mass Of Mankind At The Actual Moment, Such A Method Of Locomotion As Cycling Could Never Have Found Acceptance; No Man Or Woman With The Slightest Aesthetic Sense Could Assume The Ludicrous Position Necessary For It.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.