And The Choice Goes By Forever 'twixt

For Only By Unlearning Wisdom Comes.

Not Suffering, But Faint Heart, Is Worst Of Woes.

We Cannot But Think There Is Something Like A Fallacy In Mr. Buckle's Theory That The Advance Of Mankind Is Necessarily In The Direction Of Science, And Not In That Of Morals.

What A Sense Of Security In An Old Book Which Time Has Criticized For Us!

Nature, They Say, Doth Dote, And Cannot Make A Man Save On Some Worn-out Plan Repeating Us By Rote: For Him Her Old World Moulds Aside She Threw And, Choosing Sweet Clay From The Breast Of The Unexhausted West, With Stuff Untainted Shaped A Hero New.