Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black

It Seems To Me That To Take A Book Of Mine Into His Hands Is One Of The Rarest Distinctions That Anyone Can Confer Upon Himself. I Even Assume That He Removes His Shoes When He Does So-not To Speak Of Boots.

The Disgust With Dirt Can Be So Great That It Keeps Us From Cleaning Ourselves--from "justifying" Ourselves.

In Order To Acquire Intellect One Must Need It. One Loses It When It Is No Longer Necessary.

It Is Not When It Is Dangerous To Tell The Truth That Its Advocates Are Hardest To Find, But When It Is Boring.

Style Ought To Prove That One Believes In An Idea; Not Only That One Thinks It But Also Feels It.