Little Minds Have Little Worries, Big Minds

If I Know Your Sect, I Anticipate Your Argument

Democracy Becomes A Government Of Bullies Tempered By Editors.

Society Always Consists, In Greatest Part, Of Young And Foolish Persons. The Old, Who Have Seen Through The Hypocrisy Of The Courts And Statesmen, Die, And Leave No Wisdom To Their Sons. They Believe Their Own Newspaper, As Their Fathers Did At Their Age.

There Is One Topic Peremptorily Forbidden To All Well-bred, To All Rational Mortals, Namely, Their Distempers.

Beauty Is The Moment Of Transition, As If The Form Were Just Ready To Flow Into Other Forms.