Every Animal Loves Itself.

What The Object Of Senile Avarice May Be I Cannot Conceive. For Can There Be Anything More Absurd Than To Seek More Journey Money, The Less There Remains Of The Journey?

Work Makes A Callus Against Grief.

True Glory Takes Root, And Even Spreads; All False Pretences, Like Flowers, Fall To The Ground; Nor Can Any Counterfeit Last Long.

All Literature, All Philosophical Treatises, All The Voices Of Antiquity Are Full Of Examples For Imitation, Which Would All Lie Unseen In Darkness Without The Light Of Literature.

In A Disordered Mind, As In A Disordered Body, Soundness Of Health Is Impossible.