If I Were Dying, My

But The Moment You Turn A Corner You See Another Straight Stretch Ahead And There Comes Some Further Challenge To Your Ambition.

A Man's Opinions Are Generally Of Much More Value Than His Arguments.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

Go On, Fair Science; Soon To Thee Shall Nature Yield Her Idle Boast; Her Vulgar Lingers Formed A Tree, But Thou Hast Trained It To A Post.

Every Real Thought On Every Real Subject Knocks The Wind Out Of Somebody Or Other.