The Fearful Unbelief Is Unbelief In Yourself.

War Is A Quarrel Between Two Thieves Too Cowardly To Fight Their Own Battle.

Poetry Is The Attempt Which Man Makes To Render His Existence Harmonious.

Man Is, And Was Always, A Block-head And Dullard; Much Readier To Feel And Digest, Than To Think And Consider.

The Goal Of Yesterday Will Be Our Starting-point To-morrow.

A Poor Creature Who Has Said Or Done Nothing Worth A Serious Man Taking The Trouble Of Remembering.