I Am Always Insincere, As Always Knowing

Many A Profound Genius, I Suppose, Who Fills The World With Fame Of His Exploding Renowned Errors, Is Yet Everyday Posed And Baffled By Trivial Questions At His Own Supper Table.

Who Leaves The Pine-tree, Leaves His Friend, Unnerves His Strength, Invites His End.

The Sanity Of Society Is A Balance Of A Thousand Insanity's.

In The Highest Civilization The Book Is Still The Highest Delight.

In Analysing History Do Not Be Too Profound, For Often The Causes Are Quite Superficial.