... Though Not Invariably The Worst Choice,

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.

What Fools People Are When They Think They Can Make Two Lives Belong Together By Saying Words Over Them.

But Youth Isn't Happy. Youth Is Sadder Than Age.

Women Love With Their Imagination And Men With Their Senses.

I Waited And Worked, And Watched The Inferior Exalted For Nearly Thirty Years; And When Recognition Came At Last, It Was Too Late To Alter Events, Or To Make A Difference In Living.