Great Men Are But Life-sized. Most Of

To Give An Accurate And Exhaustive Account Of That Period Would Need A Far Less Brilliant Pen Than Mine.

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.

The Delicate Balance Between Modesty And Conceit Is Popularity.

She Was One Of Those People Who Said I Don't Know Anything About Music, But I Know What I Like.

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