No Errors Of Opinion Can Possibly Be

No Doubt Solitude Is Wholesome, But So Is Abstinence After A Surfeit. The True Life Of Man Is In Society.

Ambition Is Frequently The Only Refuge Which Life Has Left To The Denied Or Mortified Affections. We Chide At The Grasping Eye, The Daring Wing, The Soul That Seems To Thirst For Sovereignty Only, And Know Not That The Flight Of This Ambitious Bird Has Been From A Bosom Or Home That Is Filled With Ashes.

Philosophy Has Its Bugbears, As Well As Superstition.

Tears Are The Natural Penalties Of Pleasure. It Is A Law That We Should Pay For All That We Enjoy.

What We Call Vice In Our Neighbor May Be Nothing Less Than A Crude Virtue. To Him Who Knows Nothing More Of Precious Stones Than He Can Learn From A Daily Contemplation Of His Breastpin, A Diamond In The Mine Must Be A Very Uncompromising Sort Of Stone.