By Necessity, By Proclivity, And By Delight,

The Religion That Is Afraid Of Science Dishonors God And Commits Suicide.

The Crowning Fortune Of A Man Is To Be Born To Some Pursuit Which Finds Him Employment And Happiness, Whether It Be To Make Baskets, Or Broadswords, Or Canals, Or Statues, Or Songs.

Better Be A Nettle In The Side Of Your Friend Than His Echo.

If We Encounter A Man Of Rare Intellect, We Should Ask Him What Books He Reads.

A Wise Writer Will Feel That The Ends Of Study And Composition Are Best Answered By Announcing Undiscovered Regions Of Thought, And So Communicating, Through Hope, New Activity To The Torpid Spirit.