The Sweet Simplicity Of The Three Percents.

The Affections Are The Children Of Ignorance; When The Horizon Of Our Experience Expands, And Models Multiply, Love And Admiration Imperceptibly Vanish.

Women Carry A Beautiful Hand With Them To The Grave, When A Beautiful Face Has Long Ago Vanished.

The Pursuit Of Science Leads Only To The Insoluble.

My Idea Of An Acceptable Person Is Someone That Is Ready To Accept My Ideas.

Had It Not Been For You, I Should Have Remained What I Was When We First Met, A Prejudiced, Narrow-minded Being, With Contracted Sympathies And False Knowledge, Wasting My Life On Obsolete Trifles, And Utterly Insensible To The Privilege Of Living In This Wondrous Age Of Change And Progress.