That Which We Are, We Are All

The Religion Of One Age Is The Literary Entertainment Of The Next.

What Is There Of The Divine In A Load Of Brick? What ... In A Barber Shop? ... Much. All.

We Forget Ourselves And Our Destinies In Health, And The Chief Use Of Temporary Sickness Is To Remind Us Of These Concerns.

There Is No Country In Which So Absolute A Homage Is Paid To Wealth. In America There Is A Touch Of Shame When A Man Exhibits Theevidences Of Large Property, As If After All It Needed Apology. But The Englishman Has Pure Pride In His Wealth, And Esteems It A Final Certificate. A Coarse Logic Rules Throughout All English Souls: If You Have Merit, Can You Not Show It By Your Good Clothes And Coach And Horses?

We Are Very Near To Greatness: One Step And We Are Safe; Can We Not Take The Leap?