Dyspepsy Is The Ruin Of Most Things:

Thou Hast The Keys Of Paradise, Oh, Just, Subtle, And Mighty Opium!

Even Imperfection Itself May Have Its Ideal Or Perfect State.

Mathematics Has Not A Foot To Stand Upon Which Is Not Purely Metaphysical.

Often One's Dear Friend Talks Something Which One Scruples To Call Rigmarole.

There Is First The Literature Of Knowledge, And Secondly, The Literature Of Power. The Function Of The First Is--to Teach; The Function Of The Second Is--to Move, The First Is A Rudder, The Second An Oar Or A Sail. The First Speaks To The Mere Discursive Understanding; The Second Speaks Ultimately, It May Happen, To The Higher Understanding Or Reason, But Always Through Affections Of Pleasure And Sympathy.