There Is A Stupid Humility That Is

The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.

One Who Dresses In Rags That Have Been Washed Clean Dresses Cleanly To Be Sure, But Raggedly Nonetheless.

We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of The Truth.

Beware In The Presence Of Cats: They Never Give, They Do Not Even Retaliate--they Only Reply, And Purr In Doing So.

We Laugh At A Man Who, Stepping Out Of His Room At The Very Minute When The Sun Is Rising, Says, “it Is My Will That The Sun Shall Rise”; Or At Him Who, Unable To Stop A Wheel, Says, “i Wish It To Roll”; Or, Again, At Him Who, Thrown In A Wrestling Match, Says, “here I Lie, But Here I Wish To Lie.” But, Joking Apart, Do We Not Act Like One Of These Three Persons Whenever We Use The Expression “i Wish”?