All Taxation Is An Evil,

Unbroken Evolution Under Uniform Conditions Pleased Every One -- Except Curates And Bishops; It Was The Very Best Substitute For Religion; A Safe, Conservative Practical, Thoroughly Common-law Deity.

Every Man Should Have A Fair-sized Cemetary In Which To Bury The Faults Of His Friends.

You Say That Love Is Nonsense. I Tell You It Is No Such Thing. For Weeks And Months It Is A Steady Physical Pain, An Ache About The Heart, Never Leaving One, By Night Or By Day; A Long Strain On One's Nerves Like Toothache Or Rheumatism, Not Intolerable At Any One Instant, But Exhausting By Its Steady Drain On The Strength.

Boys Naturally Look On All Force As An Enemy.

Every Syllable That Can Be Struck Out Is Pure Profit, And Every Page That Can Be Economised Is A Five-per-cent Dividend. Nature Rebels Against This Rule; The Flesh Is Weak, And Shrinks From The Scissors; I Groan In Retrospect Over The Weak.