To a valet no man is a hero.

The decline in literature indicates a decline in the nation. The two keep pace in their downward tendency.

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.

Man is a simple being, and however rich, varied, and unfathomable he may be, the cycle of his situations is soon run through.

We can stand only a certain amount of unhappiness; anything beyond that annihilates us or passes us by, leaving us apathethetic.

Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.

Just trust yourself and you'll learn the art of living.