I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It

Good Sense About Trivialities Is Better Than Nonsense About Things That Matter.

It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep Pace With The Leaders Of Thought, As They Pass Into Oblivion.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.

Somehow, Our Sense Of Justice Never Turns In Its Sleep Till Long After The Sense Of Injustice In Others Has Been Thoroughly Aroused.

The Lower One's Vitality, The More Sensitive One Is To Great Art.