The Intellectual Life May Be Kept Clean

Evil Is Merely Privative, Not Absolute: It Is Like Cold, Which Is The Privation Of Beat.

At Times The Whole World Seems To Be In Conspiracy To Importune You With Emphatic Trifles. Friend, Client, Child, Sickness, Fear, Want, Charity, All Knock At Once At Thy Closet Door And Say,—'come Out Unto Us.' But Keep Thy State; Come Not Into Their Confusion. The Power Men Possess To Annoy Me I Give Them By A Weak Curiosity. No Man Can Come Near Me But Through My Act.

Imitation Cannot Go Above Its Model.

Happy Will The House Be In Which The Relationships Are Formed From Character.

When The Vain Speaker Has Sat Down, And The People Say 'what A Good Speech,' It Still Takes An Ounce To Balance An Ounce.