Song Is The Heroics Of Speech.

Statistics, One May Hope, Will Improve Gradually, And Become Good For Something. Meanwhile, It Is To Be Feared The Crabbed Satirist Was Partly Right, As Things Go: "a Judicious Man," Says He, "looks At Statistics, Not To Get Knowledge, But To Save Himself From Having Ignorance Foisted On Him."

Isolation Is The Sum Total Of Wretchedness To A Man.

Without Oblivion, There Is No Remembrance Possible. When Both Oblivion And Memory Are Wise, When The General Soul Of Man Is Clear, Melodious, True, There May Come A Modern Iliad As Memorial Of The Past.

Coining "dismal Science" As A Nickname For Political Economy

Work Is The Grand Cure Of All The Maladies And Miseries That Ever Beset Mankind.