What Is Life, But One Long Risk?

One Reason We Haven't Any National Art Is Because We Have Too Much Magnificence. All Our Capacity For Admiration Is Used Up On The Splendor Of Palace-like Railway Stations And Hotels. Our National Tympanum Is So Deafened By That Blare Of Sumptuousness That We Have No Ears For The Still, Small Voice Of Beauty.

What A Fearfully Distracting, Perplexing And Heart-searching Business It Is To Live.

Oh, Yes, Of Course I Like Music, Too. Very Much. It's So Pleasant Of An Evening, Especially When Made By Your Friends At Home. I Often Say I Like It Better Than Cards. Though I Must Say I Do Like A Good Game Of Bridge.

Taking Somebody's Sacrifices Is Like Taking Counterfeit Money. You're Only The Poorer.

Help That Is Not Positively Necessary Is A Hindrance To A Growing Organism.