New York: A third-rate Babylon.

The more I think you over, the more it comes home to me what an unmitigated Middle Victorian ass you are!

Puccini - silver macaroni, exquisitely tangled.

It is impossible to believe that the same God who permitted His own son to die a bachelor regards celibacy as an actual sin.

It is only doubt that creates.

Civilization, in fact, grows more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary. Wars are no longer waged by the will of superior men, capable of judging dispassionately and intelligently the causes behind them and the effects flowing out of them. The are now begun by first throwing a mob into a panic; they are ended only when it has spent its ferine fury.

If I had my way, any man guilty of golf would be ineligible for any office of trust in the United States.