Science Is The Topography Of Ignorance.

Yes, Child Of Suffering, Thou May'st Well Be Sure He Who Ordained The Sabbath Loves The Poor!

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.

I Firmly Believe That If The Whole Material Medica, As Now Used, Could Be Sunk To The Bottom Of The Sea, It Would Be Better For Mankind-and All The Worse For The Fishes.

Apology Is Only Egotism Wrong Side Out.

There Is No Friend Like An Old Friend Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise.