If One Cannot Command Attention By One's

It's Easy Enough To Make The Truth Look Silly. A Man Never Seems More Foolish-like Than He Does When He's Speaking His Whole Mind And Heart.

Self-satisfaction Is The State Of Mind Of Those Who Have The Happy Conviction That They Are Not As Other Men.

Infatuation Is One Of Those Slightly Comic Illnesses Which Are At Once So Undignified And So Painful That A Nice-minded World Does Its Best To Ignore Their Existence Altogether, Referring To Them Only Under Provocation And Then With Apology, But, Like Its More Material Brother, This Boil On The Neck Of The Spirit Can Hardly Be Forgotten Either By The Sufferer Or Anyone Else In His Vicinity. The Malady Is Ludicrous, Sad, Excruciating And, Above All, Instantly Diagnosable.

Outrage, Combining As It Does Shock, Anger, Reproach, And Helplessness, Is Perhaps The Most Unmanageable, The Most Demoralizing Of All The Emotions.

A Genuine Coincidence Always Means Bad Luck For Me; It's My Only Superstition.