As to modesty and decency, if we are simians we have done well, considering: but if we are something else-fallen angels-we have indeed fallen far.

Every maiden's weak and willin' When she meets the proper villian.

Elephants suffer from too much patience. Their exhibitions of it may seem superb,-such power and such restraint, combined, are noble,-but a quality carried to excess defeats itself.

The worshipper of energy is too physically energetic to see that he cannot explore certain higher fields until he is still.

There is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking, and an art of writing.

The artistic impulse seems not to wish to produce finished work. It certainly deserts us half-way, after the idea is born; and if we go on, it is labor.

Real friendships among men are so rare that when they occur they are famous.