Self-love Seems So Often Unrequited.

Literature Illuminates Life Only For Those To Whom Books Are A Necessity.

It Is Not What Happens To People That Is Significant, But What They Think Happens To Them.

A Dance To The Music Of Time.

Self-love Seems So Often Unrequited.

On The Stage . . . Masks Are Assumed With Some Regard To Procedure; In Everyday Life, The Participants Act Their Parts Without Consideration Either For Suitability Of Scene Or For The Words Spoken By The Rest Of The Cast: The Result Is A General Tendency For Things To Be Brought To The Level Of Farce Even When The Theme Is Serious Enough.