In Order To Have Wisdom We Must

Nothing Is Proved, All Is Permitted.

Innate Sensuousness Rarely Has Any Desire For Accuracy, No Desire For Precise Information. It Basks In Sunshine, Bathes In Color, Dwells In A Sense Of The Impressive And The Gorgeous, And Rests There. Accuracy Is Not Necessary Except In The Case Of Aggressive, Acquisitive Natures, When It Manifests Itself In A Desire To Seize. True Controlling Sensuousness Cannot Be Manifested In The Most Active Dispositions, Nor Again In The Most Accurate.

How True It Is That Words Are But The Vague Shadows Of The Volumes We Mean.

When A Girl Leaves Her Home At Eighteen, She Does One Of Two Things. Either She Falls Into Saving Hands And Becomes Better, Or She Rapidly Assumes The Cosmopolitan Standard Of Virtue And Becomes Worse

Assure A Man That He Has A Soul And Then Frighten Him With Old Wives' Tales As To What Is To Become Of Him Afterward, And You Have Hooked A Fish, A Mental Slave.