The Nearer You Come Into Relation With

Beware Of Making Your Moral Staple Consist Of The Negative Virtues.

Nothing Is So Commonplace Has The Wish To Be Remarkable.

Most People Have Died Before They Expire; Died To All Earthly Longings, So That The Last Breath Is Only, As It Were, The Locking Of The Door Of The Already Deserted Mansion.

The Ideas Of The Classics, So Far As Living, Are Our Commonplaces. It Is The Modern Books That Give Us The Latest And Most Profound Conceptions. It Seems To Me Rather A Lazy Makeshift To Mumble Over The Familiar.

The Individual Will Always Be A Minority. If A Man Is In A Minority Of One, We Lock Him Up.