I Revolted From Sentimentality, Less Because It

One Cannot Lay A Foundation By Scattering Stones, Nor Is A Reputation For Good Work To Be Got By Strewing Volumes About The World.

Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.

There Is No Monster More Destructive Than The Inventive Mind That Has Outstripped Philosophy.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.