No Man Who Has Not

Reading Is Sometimes An Ingenious Device For Avoiding Thought.

The Apparent Foolishness Of Others Is But Too Frequently Our Own Ignorance.

Pride, If Not The Origin, Is The Medium Of All Wickedness-the Atmosphere Without Which It Would Instantly Die Away.

I Do Not Know Any Way So Sure Of Making Others Happy As Of Being So Oneself, To Begin With.

There Is An Honesty Which Is But Decided Selfishness In Disguise. The Person Who Will Not Refrain From Expressing His Or Her Sentiments And Manifesting His Or Her Feelings, However Unfit The Time, However Inappropriate The Place, However Painful This Expression May Be, Lays Claim, Forsooth, To Our Approbation As An Honest Person, And Sneers At Those Of Finer Sensibilities As Hypocrites.