I Despise Making The Most Of One's

Eloquence May Set Fire To Reason.

Anytime You See A Hungarian, Kick Him. He'll Know Why. Any Two Philosophers Can Tell Each Other All They Know In Two Hours.

There Is Nothing Like The Dead Cold Hand Of The Past To Take Down Our Tumid Egotism And Lead Us Into The Solemn Flow Of The Life Of Our Race.

The Language Of Judicial Decision Is Mainly The Language Of Logic. And The Logical Method And Form Flatter That Longing For Certainty And For Repose Which Is In Every Human Mind. But Certainty Generally Is Illusion, And Repose Is Not The Destiny Of Man.

There Is One Gratification An Old Author Can Afford A Certain Class Of Critics; That Namely, Of Comparing Him As He Is With What He Was. It Is A Pleasure To Mediocrity To Have Its Superiors Brought Within Range.