You Are Constantly Invited To Be What

Every Word We Speak Is Million-faced Or Convertible To An Indefinite Number Of Applications. If It Were Not So We Could Read No Book. Your Remark Would Only Fit Your Case, Not Mine.

Life Has No Memory. That Which Proceeds In Succession Might Be Remembered, But That Which Is Coexistent, Or Ejaculated From A Deeper Cause, As Yet Far From Being Conscious, Knows Not Its Own Tendency.

There Is Something Servile In The Habit Of Seeking After A Law Which We Must Obey.

Traveling Is A Fool's Paradise.

His Heart Was As Great As The World, But There Was No Room In It To Hold The Memory Of A Wrong.