Most Women Are Not As Young As

Only The Insane Take Themselves Seriously.

I Am A Tory Anarchist. I Should Like Everyone To Go About Doing Just As He Pleased - Short Of Altering Any Of The Things To Which I Have Grown Accustomed.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.

Heroes Are Very Human, Most Of Them; Very Easily Touched By Praise.

Anything That Is Worth Doing Has Been Done Frequently. Things Hitherto Undone Should Be Given, I Suspect, A Wide Berth.