Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of The Soul.

We Don't Love Qualities, We Love Persons; Sometimes By Reason Of Their Defects As Well As Of Their Qualities.

He Probably Was Mediocre After All, Though In A Very Honorable Sense Of That Word.

A Lonely, Quiet Person Has Observations And Experiences That Are At Once Both More Indistinct And More Penetrating Than Those Of One More Gregarious; His Thoughts Are Weightier, Stranger, And Never Without A Tinge Of Sadness. . . . Loneliness Fosters That Which Is Original, Daringly And Bewilderingly Beautiful, Poetic. But Loneliness Also Fosters That Which Is Perverse, Incongruous, Absurd, Forbidden.

Has The World Ever Been Changed By Anything Save The Thought And Its Magic Vehicle The Word?

Technology And Comfort - Having Those, People Speak Of Culture, But Do Not Have It.