Knowledge Advances By Steps, And Not By

The Life Of Johnson Is Assuredly A Great, A Very Great Work. Homer Is Not More Decidedly The First Of Heroic Poets. Shakespeare Is Not More Decidedly The First Of Dramatists, Demosthenes Is Not More Decidedly The First Of Orators, Than Boswell Is The First Of Biographers. He Has No Second.

Language Is The Machine Of The Poet.

Oh, Wherefore Come Ye Forth In Triumph From The North, With Your Hands, And Your Feet, And Your Raiment All Red? And Wherefore Doth Your Rout Send Forth A Joyous Shout? And Whence Be The Grapes Of The Wine-press Which Ye Tread?

Many Politicians Are In The Habit Of Laying It Down As A Self-evident Proposition That No People Ought To Be Free Till They Are Fit To Use Their Freedom. The Maxim Is Worthy Of The Fool In The Old Story Who Resolved Not To Go Into The Water Till He Had Learned To Swim.

Every Age And Every Nation Has Certain Characteristic Vices, Which Prevail Almost Universally, Which Scarcely Any Person Scruples To Avow, And Which Even Rigid Moralists But Faintly Censure. Succeeding Generations Change The Fashion Of Their Morals With The Fashion Of Their Hats And Their Coaches; Take Some Other Kind Of Wickedness Under Their Patronage, And Wonder At The Depravity Of Their Ancestors.