Sanctity And Genius Are As Rebellious As

Philosophers Are As Jealous As Women; Each Wants A Monopoly Of Praise.

The Family Is An Early Expedient And In Many Ways Irrational. If The Race Had Developed A Special Sexless Class To Be Nurses, Pedagogues, And Slaves, Like The Workers Among Ants And Bees, Then The Family Would Have Been Unnecessary. Such A Division Of Labor Would Doubtless Have Involved Evils Of Its Own, But It Would Have Obviated Some Drags And Vexations Proper To The Family.

Poetry Is An Attenuation, A Rehandling, An Echo Of Crude Experience; It Is Itself A Theoretic Vision Of Things At Arm's Length.

A Friend's Only Gift Is Himself.

If All Art Aspires To The Condition Of Music, All The Sciences Aspire To The Condition Of Mathematics.