He Who Would See Old Hoghton Right

When The Imagination Is Continually Led To The Brink Of Vice By A System Of Terror And Denunciations, People Fling Themselves Over The Precipice From The Mere Dread Of Falling.

An Orator Can Hardly Get Beyond Commonplaces: If He Does He Gets Beyond His Hearers.

The Most Violent Friendships Soonest Wear Themselves Out.

We Never Do Anything Well Till We Cease To Think About The Manner Of Doing It.

They [corporations] Feel Neither Shame, Remorse, Gratitude, Nor Goodwill.