Go On, Fair Science; Soon To Thee

There Is Something Frightful In The Way In Which Not Only Characteristic Qualities, But Particular Manifestations Of Them, Are Repeated From Generation To Generation.

As For The Excellent Little Wretches Who Grow Up In What They Are Taught, With Never A Scruple Or A Query, ... They Signify Nothing In The Intellectual Life Of The Race.

You Make Me Chuckle When You Say That You Are No Longer Young, That You Have Turned Twenty-four. A Man Is Or May Be Young To After Sixty, And Not Old Before Eighty.

Every Man Is An Omnibus In Which His Ancestors Ride.

Every Real Thought On Every Real Subject Knocks The Wind Out Of Somebody Or Other.