In The One Branch He Most Needed

As History Stands, It Is A Sort Of Chinese Play, Without End And Without Lesson.

A Society In Stable Equilibrium Is-by Definition-one That Has No History And Wants No Historians.

It [love] Is A Disease To Be Born With Patience, Like Any Nervous Complaint, And To Be Treated With Counter-irritants.

The Indian Summer Of Life Should Be A Little Sunny And A Little Sad, Like The Season, And Infinite In Wealth And Depth Of Tone, But Never Hustled.

Of All Studies, The One He Would Rather Have Avoided Was That Of His Own Mind. He Knew No Tragedy So Heartrending As Introspection.