Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.

It would be no loss to the world if most of the writers now writing had been strangled at birth.

music is a missionary effort to colonize earth for imperialistic heaven.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

Those who foresee the future and recognize it as tragic are often seized upon by a madness which forced them to commit the very acts which make it certain that what they dread will happen.

Economists are like Aeolian harps, and the sounds that issue from them are determined by the winds that blow.

Unfortunately, all gatherings convened for the betterment of the human lot show a tendency to gas themselves, and not with laughing-gas either.