Almost All Of Our Sorrows Spring Out

Whoever Heard Me Assert That The Grey Cat Playing Just Now In The Yard Is The Same One That Did Jumps And Tricks There Five Hundred Years Ago Will Think Whatever He Likes Of Me, But It Is A Stranger Form Of Madness To Imagine That The Present-day Cat Is Fundamentally An Entirely Different One.

To Use Many Words To Communicate Few Thoughts Is Everywhere The Unmistakable Sign Of Mediocrity. To Gather Much Thought Into Few Words Stamps The Man Of Genius.

A Man Can Be Himself Only So Long As He Is Alone.

Freedom Of The Press Is To The Machinery Of The State What The Safety Valve Is To The Steam Engine.

It Is A Clear Gain To Sacrifice Pleasure In Order To Avoid Pain.