A Man Who Loses His Money Gains,

A True Artist Will Let His Wife Starve, His Children Go Barefoot, His Mother Drudge For His Living At Seventy, Sooner Than Work At Anything But His Art.

The Vilest Abortionist Is He Who Attempts To Mould A Child's Character.

We Cut The Throat Of A Calf And Hang It Up By The Heels To Bleed To Death So That Our Veal Cutlet May Be White; We Nail Geese To A Board And Cram Them With Food Because We Like The Taste Of Liver Disease; We Tear Birds To Pieces To Decorate Our Women's Hats; We Mutilate Domestic Animals For No Reason At All Except To Follow An Instinctively Cruel Fashion; And We Connive At The Most Abominable Tortures In The Hope Of Discovering Some Magical Cure For Our Own Diseases By Them.

Any Belief Worth Having Must Survive Doubt

A Nap, My Friend, Is A Brief Period Of Sleep Which Overtakes Superannuated Persons When They Endeavor To Entertain Unwelcome Visitors Or To Listen To Scientific Lectures.