Only In Books Has Mankind Known Perfect

Syllables Govern The World.

All Progress Depends Upon The Unreasonable Person.

In The Arts Of Life Main Invents Nothing; But In The Arts Of Death He Outdoes Nature Herself, And Produces By Chemistry And Machinery All The Slaughter Of Plague, Pestilence And Famine. ... There Is Nothing In Man's Industrial Machinery But His Greed And Sloth: His Heart Is In His Weapons.

Why, Except As A Means Of Livelihood, A Man Should Desire To Act On The Stage When He Has The Whole World To Act In, Is Not Clear To Me.

People Become Attached To Their Burdens Sometimes More Than The Burdens Are Attached To Them.