Intemperance Is The Only Vulgarity.

We Say That Every Man Is Entitled To Be Valued By His Best Moment. We Measure Our Friends So. We Know, They Have Intervals Of Folly, Whereof We Take No Heed, But Wait The Reappearings Of The Genius, Which Are Sure And Beautiful.

A Man Will Be Eloquent If You Give Him Good Wine.

It Is The Fine Souls Who Serve Us, And Not What Is Called Fine Society. Fine Society Is Only A Self-protection Against The Vulgarities Of The Street And The Tavern.

One More Fagot Of These Adamantine Bandages Is The New Science Of Statistics.

Every Mind Is Different; And The More It Is Unfolded, The More Pronounced Is That Difference.