Men, Like Musical Instruments, Seem Made To

Intellectually, As Politically, The Direction Of All True Progress Is Towards Greater Freedom, And Along An Endless Succession Of Ideas.

Nature Has Provided For The Exigency Of Privation, By Putting The Measure Of Our Necessities Far Below The Measure Of Our Wants. Our Necessities Are To Our Wants As Falstaff's Pennyworth Of Bread To His Any Quantity Of Sack.

The Greatest Happiness Comes From The Greatest Activity.

Mortal Beauty Stings While It Delights.

A Book Should Be Luminous Not Voluminous.