The Character Of Every Act Depends Upon

Our Morality Seems To Be Only A Check On The Ultimate Domination Of Force, Just As Our Politeness Is A Check On The Impulse Of Every Pig To Put His Feet In The Trough.

Who Does Not Feel That Nansen's Account Of His Search For The Pole Rather Loses Than Gains In Ideal Satisfaction By The Pretense Of A Few Trifling Acquisitions For Science?

We Must Think Things Not Words, Or At Least We Must Constantly Translate Our Words Into The Facts For Which They Stand, If We Are To Keep To The Real And The True.

While We've Youth In Our Hearts, We Can Never Grow Old.

Under Bad Manners, As Under Graver Faults, Lies Very Commonly An Overestimate Of Our Special Individuality, As Distinguished From Our Generic Humanity.