New Arts Destroy The Old.

Who Shall Forbid A Wise Skepticism, Seeing That There Is No Practical Question On Which Anything More Than An Approximate Solution Can Be Had?

'well,' Said Red Jacket [to Someone Complaining That He Had Not Enough Time], 'i Suppose You Have All There Is.'

We Live By Our Imagination, Our Admirations, And Our Sentiments.

A Good Indignation Makes An Excellent Speech.

Solitude Is Impractical And Yet Society Is Fatal.