We Are Wiser Than We Know.

I Read Your Piece On Plato. Holmes, When You Strike At A King, You Must Kill Him.

The Stars Awaken A Certain Reverence, Because Though Always Present, They Are Inaccessible.

I Look On Sculpture As History. I Do Not Think The Apollo And The Jove Impossible In Flesh And Blood. Every Trait The Artist Recorded In Stone, He Had Seen In Life, And Better Than His Copy.

I Do Then With My Friends As I Do With My Books. I Would Have Them Where I Can Find Them, But I Seldom Use Them.

When We See A Special Reformer We Feel Like Asking Him, What Right Have You, Sir, To Your Own Virtue? Is Virtue Piecemeal?