There Is Nothing In Which The Birds

The Days On Which One Has Been The Most Inquisitive Are Among The Days On Which One Has Been Happiest.

It May Be That All Games Are Silly. But Then, So Are Humans.

Swinburne Was An Absurd Character. He Was A Bird Of Showy Strut And Plumage. One Could Not But Admire His Glorious Feathers; But, As Soon As He Began To Moult ... One Saw How Very Little Body There Was Underneath.

We Forget That Socrates Was Famed For Wisdom Not Because He Was Omniscient But Because He Realized At The Age Of Seventy That He Still Knew Nothing.

When One Has Praised Turgenev, However, For The Beauty Of His Character And The Beautiful Truth Of His Art, One Remembers That He, Too, Was Human And Therefore Less Than Perfect. His Chief Failing Was, Perhaps, That Of All The Great Artists, He Was The Most Lacking In Exuberance. That Is Why He Began To Be Scorned In A World Which Rated Exuberance Higher Than Beauty Or Love Or Pity.