Democracy Is Morose, And Runs To Anarchy.

It Happens To Us Once Or Twice In A Lifetime To Be Drunk With Some Book Which Probably Has Some Extraordinary Relative Power To Intoxicate Us And None Other; And Having Exhausted That Cup Of Enchantment We Go Groping In Libraries All Our Years Afterwards In The Hope Of Being In Paradise Again.

The Only Reward Of Virtue Is Virtue.

Men Such As They Are, Very Naturally Seek Money Or Power; And Power Because It Is As Good As Money.

No Man Ever Came To An Experience Which Was Satiating, But His Good Is Tidings Of A Better. Onward And Onward!

Proportion Is Almost Impossible To Human Beings. There Is No One Who Does Not Exaggerate.