I Read Your Piece On Plato. Holmes,

I Unsettle All Things.

It Is Easy To See That What Is Best Written Or Done By Genius In The World, Was No Man's Work But Came By Wide Social Labor, Whena Thousand Wrought Like One, Sharing The Same Impulse.

The Lover Is Made Happier By His Love Than The Object Of His Affection.

In The Morning A Man Walks With His Whole Body; In The Evening, Only With His Legs.

Whenever The Pulpit Is Usurped By A Formalist, Then Is The Worshipper Defrauded And Disconsolate.