I May Be Old Fashioned,

The Delicate Balance Between Modesty And Conceit Is Popularity.

One Might Well Say That Mankind Is Divisible Into Two Great Classes: Hosts And Guests.

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.

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.

Somehow, Our Sense Of Justice Never Turns In Its Sleep Till Long After The Sense Of Injustice In Others Has Been Thoroughly Aroused.