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I Have Seen The Hippopotamus, Both Asleep And Awake; And I Can Assure You That, Awake Or Asleep, He Is The Ugliest Of The Works Of God.

The Merit Of Poetry, In Its Wildest Forms, Still Consists In Its Truth-truth Conveyed To The Understanding, Not Directly By The Words, But Circuitously By Means Of Imaginative Associations, Which Serve As Its Conductors.

It Is, I Believe, No Exaggeration To Say That All The Historical Information Which Has Been Collected In The Sanskrit Language Is Less Valuable Than What May Be Found In The Paltry Abridgements Used At Preparatory Schools In England.

In Plato's Opinion, Man Was Made For Philosophy; In Bacon's Opinion, Philosophy Was Made For Man.

A System In Which The Two Great Commandments Are To Hate Your Neighbor And To Love Your Neighbor's Wife.