The Evils Of Popular Government Appear Greater

The Same, The Same: Friend And Foe Are Of One Stuff; The Ploughman, The Plough, And The Furrow, Are Of One Stuff; And The Stuff Is Such, And So Much, That The Variations Of Form Are Unimportant.

Who Shall Forbid A Wise Skepticism, Seeing That There Is No Practical Question On Which Anything More Than An Approximate Solution Can Be Had?

Beauty Without Expression Is Boring.

You Cannot Sincerely Try To Help Another Without Helping Yourself

Ennui Shortens Life, And Bereaves The Day Of Its Light.