When We Have Got It, We Want

Painting Myself For Others, I Have Painted My Inward Self With Colors Clearer Than My Original Ones. I Have No More Made My Book Than My Book Has Made Me--a Book Consubstantial With Its Author, Concerned With My Own Self, An Integral Part Of My Life; Not Concerned With Some Third-hand, Extraneous Purpose, Like All Other Books.

When I Play With My Cat, Who Knows Whether I Do Not Make Her More Sport Than She Makes Me?

There Is No Passion So Contagious As That Of Fear.

Socrates, Who Was A Perfect Model In All Great Qualities, ... Hit On A Body And Face So Ugly And So Incongruous With The Beauty Of His Soul, He Who Was So Madly In Love With Beauty.

We Should Rather Examine, Who Is Better Learned, Than Who Is More Learned.