There Is Even The Dignity Of Vice.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.

True Felicity Consists Of Its Own Consciousness.

Indolence And Stupidity Are First Cousins.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.