It Would Not Be Worth Your While

There Is Nothing In Life So Irrational, That Good Sense And Chance May Not Set It To Rights; Nothing So Rational, That Folly And Chance May Not Utterly Confound It.

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

There Is No Patriotic Art.

The March Of Intellect, Which Licks All The World Into Shape, Has Even Reached The Devil.

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.