The Ideal Has Many Names,

Genius Is Talent Provided With Ideals. Genius Starves While Talent Wears Purple And Fine Linen. The Man Of Genius Of Today Will Infifty Years' Time Be In Most Cases No More Than A Man Of Talent.

Only Mediocre People Are At The Best All The Time.

It Is Bad Enough To Know The Past; It Would Be Intolerable To Know The Future.

The Great American Novel Has Not Only Already Been Written, It Has Already Been Rejected.

Charm And Nothing But Charm At Last Grows A Little Tiresome. It's A Relief Then To Deal With A Man Who Isn't Quite So Delightful But A Little More Sincere.