Always Behave As If Nothing

Does There, I Wonder, Exist A Being Who Has Read All, Or Approximately All, That The Person Of Average Culture Is Supposed To Have Read, And That Not To Have Read Is A Social Sin? If Such A Being Does Exist, Surely He Is An Old, A Very Old Man.

It Is Within The Experience Of Everyone That When Pleasure And Pain Reach A Certain Intensity They Are Indistinguishable.

I Ought To Reflect Again And Again, And Yet Again, That The Beings That I Have To Steer Are Just As Inevitable In The Scheme Of Evolution As I Am Myself; Have Just As Much Right To Be Themselves As I Am Entitled To; And They All Deserve From Me As Much Sympathy As I Give To Myself.

To Write Is To Make Oneself The Echo Of What Cannot Cease Speaking.

During A Long And Varied Career As A Bachelor, Dear Spouse [mock Platform Manner], I Have Noticed That Marriage Is Usually The Death Of Politeness Between A Man And A Woman.