The Invariable Mark Of Wisdom

We Must Learn The Language Of Facts. The Most Wonderful Inspirations Die With Their Subject, If He Has No Hand To Paint Them To The Senses.

He Only Is Rich Who Owns The Day.

Works Of The Intellect Are Great Only By Comparison With Each Other.

The State Of Society Is One In Which The Members Have Suffered Amputation From The Trunk, And Strut About So Many Walking Monsters,—a Good Finger, A Neck, A Stomach, An Elbow, But Never A Man.

I Hate The Prostitution Of The Name Of Friendship To Signify Modish And Worldly Alliances.