We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.

Man is a gaming animal.

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

Judge not man by his outward manifestation of faith; for some there are who tremblingly reach out shaking hands to the guidance of faith; others who stoutly venture in the dark their human confidence, their leader, which they mistake for faith; some whose hope totters upon crutches; others who stalk into futurity upon stilts. The difference is chiefly constitutional with them.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.