To Say That A Man

The Delicate Balance Between Modesty And Conceit Is Popularity.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.

Incongruity Is The Mainspring Of Laughter.

A Crowd, Proportionately To Its Size, Magnifies All That In Its Units Pertains To The Emotions, And Diminishes All That In Them Pertains To Thought.