Love Is A Gross Exaggeration Of The

In Literature The Ambition Of The Novice Is To Acquire The Literary Language; The Struggle Of The Adept Is To Get Rid Of It.

This Is The True Joy Of Life-the Being Used For A Purpose Recognized By Yourself As A Mighty One, The Being Thoroughly Worn Out Before You Are Thrown To The Scrap-heap; The Being A Force Of Nature Instead Of A Feverish, Selfish Clod Of Ailments And Grievances.

It Is Very Doubtful Whether Man Is Enough Of A Political Animal To Produce A Good, Sensible, Serious And Efficient Constitution. All The Evidence Is Against It.

Where There Is No Knowledge Ignorance Calls Itself Science.

Though All Society Is Founded On Intolerance, All Improvement Is Founded On Tolerance.