I Don't Believe In Princerple, But Oh

The Sentimentalist Does Not Think Of What He Does So Much As Of What The World Will Think Of What He Does.

Life Is The Jailer, Death The Angel Sent To Draw The Unwilling Bolts And Set Us Free.

A Great Part Of Human Suffering Has Its Root In The Nature Of Man, And Not In That Of His Institutions.

Piety Is Indifferent Whether She Enters At The Eye Or At The Ear. There Is None Of The Senses At Which She Does Not Knock One Day Or Other. The Puritans Forgot This, And Thrust Beauty Out Of The Meeting-house And Slammed The Door In Her Face.

Practical Application Is The Only Mordant Which Will Set Things In The Memory. Study Without It Is Gymnastics, And Not Work, Which Alone Will Get Intellectual Bread.