Idleness Induces Caprice.

Time Is, After All, The Greatest Of Poets; And The Sons Of Memory Stand A Better Chance Of Being The Heirs Of Fame.

To Have Greatly Dreamed Precludes Low Ends.

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.

The Right Of Individual Property Is No Doubt The Very Corner-stone Of Civilization, As Hitherto Understood; But I Am A Little Impatient Of Being Told That Property Is Entitled To Exceptional Consideration Because It Bears All The Burdens Of The State. It Bears Those, Indeed, Which Can Be Most Easily Borne, But Poverty Pays With Its Person The Chief Expenses Of War, Pestilence, And Famine.

Books Are The Bees Which Carry The Quickening Pollen From One To Another Mind.