You Don't Learn To Hold Your Own

Men Have To Do Some Awfully Mean Things To Keep Up Their Respectability.

Without Music We Shall Surely Perish Of Drink, Morphia, And All Sorts Of Artificial Exaggerations Of The Cruder Delights Of The Senses.

If You Lived In London, Where The Whole System Is One Of False Good-fellowship, And You May Know A Man For Twenty Years Without Finding Out That He Hates You Like Poison, You Would Soon Have Your Eyes Opened. There We Do Unkind Things In A Kind Way: We Say Bitter Things In A Sweet Voice: We Always Give Our Friends Chloroform When We Tear Them To Pieces.

The Lesson Intended By An Author Is Hardly Ever The Lesson The World Chooses To Learn From His Book.

I Really Don't Think I Could Consent To Go To Heaven If I Thought There Were No Animals There.