I Prefer A Pleasant Vice To An

Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.

The Only People Who Can Be Excused For Letting A Bad Book Loose On The World Are The Poor Devils Who Have To Write For A Living.

It Is Not Only For What We Do That We Are Held Responsible, But Also For What We Do Not Do.

Deference And Intimacy Live Far Apart.

The Defects Of Human Nature Afford Us Opportunities Of Exercising Our Philosophy, The Best Employment Of Our Virtues. If All Men Were Righteous, All Hearts True And Frank And Loyal, What Use Would Our Virtues Be?