Memory Itself Is An Internal

Tomes Of Aesthetic Criticism Hang On A Few Moments Of Real Delight And Intuition.

Society Is Like The Air, Necessary To Breathe But Insufficient To Live On.

Friendship Is Almost Always The Union Of A Part Of One Mind With The Part Of Another; People Are Friends In Spots.

Skepticism Is The Chastity Of The Intellect...

Men Have Always Been The Victims Of Trifles, But When They Were Uncomfortable And Passionate, And In Constant Danger, They Hardly Had Time To Notice What The Daily Texture Of Their Thoughts Was In Their Calm Intervals, Whereas With Us The Intervals Are All.