Love Can Make Us Fiends As Well

Mathematical Knowledge Is Not-as All Cambridge Men Are Surely Aware-the Result Of Any Special Gift. It Is Merely The Development Of Those Conceptions Of Form And Number Which Every Human Being Possesses; And Any Person Of Average Intellect Can Make Himself A Fair Mathematician If He Will Only Pay Continuous Attention; In Plain English, Think Enough About The Subject.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.

How Many Serious Family Quarrels, Marriages Out Of Spite, And Alterations Of Wills, Might Have Been Prevented By A Gentle Dose Of Blue Pill!-what Awful Instances Of Chronic Dyspepsia In The Characters Of Hamlet And Othello! Banish Dyspepsia And Spirituous Liquors From Society, And You Have No Crime, Or At Least So Little That You Would Not Consider It Worth Mentioning.

I Am Not Aware That Payment, Or Even Favors, However Gracious, Bind Any Man's Soul And Conscience In Questions Of Highest Morality And Highest Importance.

The Water Babies "young And Old" When All The World Is Young, Lad, And All The Trees Are Green; And Every Goose A Swan, Lad, And Every Lass A Queen; Then Hey For Boot And Horse, Lad, And Round The World Away: Young Blood Must Have Its Course, Lad, And Every Dog His Day.