Books Let Us Into Their Souls And

Great Thoughts Reduced To Practice Become Great Acts.

The History Of Mankind Is A Romance, A Mask, A Tragedy, Constructed Upon The Principles Of Poetical Justice; It Is A Noble Or Royal Hunt, In Which What Is Sport To The Few Is Death To The Many, And In Which The Spectators Halloo And Encourage The Strong To Set Upon The Weak, And Cry Havoc In The Chase, Though They Do Not Share In The Spoil.

None But Those Who Are Happy In Themselves Can Make Others So.

Men Of Gravity Are Intellectual Stammerers, Whose Thoughts Move Slowly.

To Great Evils We Submit, We Resent Little Provocations.