Almost All People Are Hypnotics.

Venus De Milo. To A Child She Is Ugly. When A Mind Adjusts To Thinking Of Her As A Completeness, Even Though, By Physiologic Standards, Incomplete, She Is Beautiful.

There Is Not A Physicist In The World Who Can Perceive When A Parlor Magician Palms Off Playing-cards.

All Would Be Well. All Would Be Heavenly--if The Damned Would Only Stay Damned.

If Human Thought Is A Growth, Like All Other Growths, Its Logic Is Without Foundation Of Its Own, And Is Only The Adjusting Constructiveness Of All Other Growing Things. A Tree Cannot Find Out, As It Were, How To Blossom, Until Comes Blossom-time. A Social Growth Cannot Find Out The Use Of Steam Engines, Until Comes Steam-engine-time.

The Outrageous Is The Reasonable, If Introduced Politely.