Life As We Call It, Is Nothing

What A Blessed Thing It Is, That Nature, When She Invented, Manufactured, And Patented Her Authors, Contrived To Make Critics Out Of The Chips That Were Left!

As We Grow Older We Think More And More Of Old Persons And Of Old Things And Places. As To Old Persons, It Seems As If We Never Know How Much They Have To Tell Until We Are Old Ourselves And They Have Been Gone Twenty Or Thirty Years. Once In A While We Come Upon Some Survivor Of His Or Her Generation That We Have Overlooked, And Feel As If We Had Recovered One Of The Lost Books Of Livy Or Fished Up The Golden Candlestick From The Ooze Of The Tiber.

Rough Work, Iconoclasm, But The Only Way To Get At Truth.

Do Not Be Bullied Out Of Your Common Sense By The Specialist; Two To One, He Is A Pedant.

I Firmly Believe That If The Whole Material Medica, As Now Used, Could Be Sunk To The Bottom Of The Sea, It Would Be Better For Mankind-and All The Worse For The Fishes.