Shallow Men Believe In Luck.

It Is Vain To Keep A Secret From One Who Has A Right To Know It. It Will Tell Itself.

Spurious Prudence, Making The Senses Final, Is The God Of Sots And Cowards, And Is The Subject Of All Comedy. It Is Nature's Joke, And Therefore Literature's. True Prudence Limits This Sensualism By Admitting The Knowledge Of An Internal And Real World.

People Do Not Deserve To Have Good Writing, They Are So Pleased With Bad.

Speak What You Think Today In Hard Words And Tomorrow Speak What Tomorrow Thinks In Hard Words Again, Though It Contradict Every Thing You Said Today.

Hast Thou Named All The Birds Without A Gun?