Oh, Time Betrays Us. Time

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.

[on Golf:] One Of The Most Distressing Defects Of Civilization.

We Are So Little, So Ignorant, So Feeble An Infant Race Crawling On A Planet Between Immensities We Haven't Even Begun To Understand, That Really We Have No Grounds For Either Congratulation Or Despair.

What With The Reviews Of Critics, The Sarcasms Of One's Friends, The Reproaches Of One's Own Taste, There's Precious Little Peace After Publishing A Book.

Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But Death.