By Rights, Satire Is A Lonely And

That Is The Consolation Of A Little Mind; You Have The Fun Of Changing It Without Impeding The Progress Of Mankind.

As Crowds Increase We Build Our Forts Of Inattention, And The More We Talk The Easier It Is To Mean Little And Listen Not At All.

Fill An Author With A Titanic Fame And You Do Not Make Him Titanic; You Often Merely Burst Him.

In Middle Life Politics Are Not A Mental Acquisition; They Are A Temperament.

Averageness Is A Quality We Must Put Up With. Men March Toward Civilization In Column Formation, And By The Time The Van Has Learned To Admire The Masters The Rear Is Drawing Reluctantly Away From The Totem Pole.