In Order To Be Happy,

It Is Not My Words That I Polish, But My Ideas.

One Man Finds In Religion His Literature And His Science, Another Finds In It His Joy And His Duty.

A Work Is Perfectly Finished Only When Nothing Can Be Added To It And Nothing Taken Away.

The Art Of Saying Well What One Thinks Is Different From The Faculty Of Thinking. The Latter May Be Very Deep And Lofty And Far- Reaching, While The Former Is Altogether Wanting.

I Would Fain Coin Wisdom,—mould It, I Mean, Into Maxims, Proverbs, Sentences, That Can Easily Be Retained And Transmitted. Would That I Could Denounce And Banish From The Language Of Men—as Base Money—the Words By Which They Cheat And Are Cheated!