Women--one Half The Human Race

The Great Pleasure Of Life Is Doing For Pleasure Things I Do Not Like To Do.

Every Banker Knows That If He Has To Prove That He Is Worthy Of Credit, However Good May Be His Arguments, In Fact His Credit Is Gone: But What We Have Requires No Proof.

Life Is A Compromise Of What Your Ego Wants To Do, What Experience Tells You To Do, And What Your Nerves Let You Do.

One Of The Greatest Pains To Human Nature Is The Pain Of A New Idea.

We Think Of Euclid As Of Fine Ice; We Admire Newton As We Admire The Peak Of Teneriffe. Even The Intensest Labors, The Most Remote Triumphs Of The Abstract Intellect, Seem To Carry Us Into A Region Different From Our Own-to Be In A Terra Incognita Of Pure Reasoning, To Cast A Chill On Human Glory.