Deep-seated Preferences Cannot Be Argued About -

There Is In All Men A Demand For The Superlative, So Much So That The Poor Devil That Has No Other Way Of Reaching It Attains It By Getting Drunk.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

The Riders In A Race Do Not Stop When They Reach The Goal. There Is A Little Finishing Canter Before Coming To A Standstill. There Is Time To Hear The Kind Voices Of Friends And Say To Oneself, The Work Is Done.

There Is A Little Plant Called Reverence In The Corner Of My Soul's Garden, Which I Love To Have Watered Once A Week.

There Is One Gratification An Old Author Can Afford A Certain Class Of Critics; That Namely, Of Comparing Him As He Is With What He Was. It Is A Pleasure To Mediocrity To Have Its Superiors Brought Within Range.