Oh, Don't Tell Me Of Facts, I

What Would Life Be Without Arithmetic, But A Scene Of Horrors?

How Can A Bishop Marry? How Can He Flirt? The Most He Can Say Is "i Will See You In The Vestry After Service."

[t]he 47th Proposition In Euclid Might Now Be Voted Down With As Much Ease As Any Proposition In Politics; And Therefore If Lord Hawkesbury Hates The Abstract Truths Of Science As Much As He Hates Concrete Truth In Human Affairs, Now Is His Time For Getting Rid Of The Multiplication Table, And Passing A Vote Of Censure Upon The Pretensions Of The Hypotenuse.

Some Men Have Only One Book In Them, Others A Library.

Solitude Cherishes Great Virtues And Destroys Little Ones.