What Humbugs We Are, Who

So, I Never Lose A Sense Of The Whimsical And Perilous Charm Of Daily Life, With Its Meetings And Words And Accidents.

Only Among People Who Think No Evil Can Evil Monstrously Flourish.

Our Names Are Labels, Plainly Printed On The Bottled Essence Of Our Past Behavior.

One Can Be Bored Until Boredom Becomes A Mystical Experience.

All Reformers, However Strict Their Social Conscience, Live In Houses Just As Big As They Can Pay For.