He Too Serves A Certain Purpose Who

Average Human Nature Is Very Coarse, And Its Ideals Must Necessarily Be Average. The World Never Loved Perfect Poise. What The World Does Love Is Commonly Absence Of Poise, For It Has To Be Amused.

Chaos Breeds Life; Order Creates Habit.

My Own Conclusion Is That History Is Simply Social Development Along The Lines Of Weakest Resistance, And That In Most Cases The Line Of Weakest Resistance Is Found As Unconsciously By Society As By Water.

For Reasons Which Many Persons Thought Ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot Lee Decided To Pass The Winter In Washington.

You Say That Love Is Nonsense. I Tell You It Is No Such Thing. For Weeks And Months It Is A Steady Physical Pain, An Ache About The Heart, Never Leaving One, By Night Or By Day; A Long Strain On One's Nerves Like Toothache Or Rheumatism, Not Intolerable At Any One Instant, But Exhausting By Its Steady Drain On The Strength.