Life Is Not So Short But That

...in The Wilderness, I Find Something More Dear And Connate Than In The Streets Or Villages...in The Woods We Return To Reason And Faith.

The Religions Of The World Are The Ejaculations Of A Few Imaginative Men.

We May Like Well To Know What Is Plato’s And What Is Montesquieu’s Or Goethe’s Part, And What Thought Was Always Dear To The Writer Himself; But The Worth Of The Sentences Consists In Their Radiancy And Equal Aptitude To All Intelligence. They Fit All Our Facts Like A Charm. We Respect Ourselves The More That We Know Them.

Every Day, A Little Sadder, A Little Madder. Will Someone Get Me A Ladder?

Civilization Depends On Morality.