There Is Rough Work To Be Done,

One Evening, When I Was Yet In My Nurse's Arms, I Wanted To Touch The Tea Urn, Which Was Boiling Merrily ... My Nurse Would Have Taken Me Away From The Urn, But My Mother Said "let Him Touch It." So I Touched It - And That Was My First Lesson In The Meaning Of Liberty.

How False Is The Conception, How Frantic The Pursuit, Of That Treacherous Phantom Which Men Call Liberty.

Science Studies The Relations Of Things To Each Other: But Art Studies Only Their Relations To Man.

Imperfection Is In Some Sort Essential To All That We Know In Life.

He Who Has Truth At His Heart Need Never Fear The Want Of Persuasion On His Tongue.