Toil Without Song Is Like A Weary

It Is Good To Be A Cynic - It Is Better To Be A Contented Cat - And It Is Best Not To Exist At All. Universal Suicide Is The Most Logical Thing In The World - We Reject It Only Because Of Our Primitive Cowardice And Childish Fear Of The Dark. If We Were Sensible We Would Seek Death - The Same Blissful Blank Which We Enjoyed Before We Existed.

The Trees Grew Too Thickly, And Their Trunks Were Too Big For Any Healthy New England Wood. There Was Too Much Silence In The Dim Alleys Between Them.

Vigorous Let Us Be In Attaining Our Ends, And Mild In Our Method Of Attainment.

There Are Probably Seven Persons, In All, Who Really Like My Work; And They Are Enough. I Should Write Even If I Were The Only Patient Reader, For My Aim Is Merely Self-expression.

I Should Describe Mine Own Nature As Tripartite, My Interests Consisting Of Three Parallel And Dissociated Groups - (a) Love Of The Strange And Fantastic. (b) Love Of The Abstract Truth And Of Scientific Logick. (c) Love Of The Ancient And The Permanent. Sundry Combinations Of These Three Strains Will Probably Account For All My Odd Tastes And Eccentricities.