Thought Is The Greatest Of Pleasures —pleasure

Doctor. Always Preceded By 'the Good'. Among Men, In Familiar Conversation, 'oh! Balls, Doctor!' Is A Wizard When He Enjoys Your Confidence, A Jack-ass When You're No Longer On Terms. All Are Materialists: 'you Can't Probe For Faith With A Scalpel.'

Earth Has Its Boundaries, But Human Stupidity Is Limitless.

Sentences Must Stir In A Book Like Leaves In A Forest, Each Distinct From Each Despite Their Resemblance.

What Wretched Poverty Of Language! To Compare Stars To Diamonds!

One Never Tires Of What Is Well Written, Style Is Life! It Is The Very Blood Of Thought!