Many of the great achievements of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working.

Everybody in American seems in a rush to catch a train.

Those who see any difference between soul and body have neither

George Moore leads his readers to the latrine and locks them in.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

The best one can say of modern creative art is that it is just a little less vulgar than reality.

The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding.