A Man Who Is Stingy With Saffron

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

The Present Age, For All Its Cosmopolitan Hustle, Is Curiously Suburban In Spirit.

There Is So Much Goodness In Real Life- Do Let Us Keep It Out Of Our Books.

No One Can Expect A Majority To Be Stirred By Motives Other Than Ignoble.

Never Take A Solemn Oath. People Think You Mean It.