The Discobolus is put here because he is vulgar —

The man who lets himself be bored is even more contemptible than the bore.

A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg.

Stowed away in a Montreal lumber room The Discobolus standeth and turneth his face to the wall; Dusty, cobweb-covered, maimed and set at naught, Beauty crieth in an attic and no man regardeth: O God! O Montreal!

Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.

We can see nothing face to face; our utmost seeing is but a fumbling of blind finger-ends in an overcrowded pocket.

The limits of the body seem well defined enough as definitions go, but definitions seldom go far.