The Living Have Never Shown Me How

If All Art Aspires To The Condition Of Music, All The Sciences Aspire To The Condition Of Mathematics.

As Widowers Proverbially Marry Again, So A Man With The Habit Of Friendship Always Finds New Friends.

My Soul Hates The Fool Whose Only Passion Is To Live By Rule.

There Is No Tyranny So Hateful As A Vulgar And Anonymous Tyranny. It Is All-permeating, All-thwarting; It Blasts Every Budding Novelty And Sprig Of Genius With Its Omnipresent And Fierce Stupidity. Such A Headless People Has The Mind Of A Worm And The Claws Of A Dragon.

Men Have Feverishly Conceived A Heaven Only To Find It Insipid, And A Hell To Find It Ridiculous.