Society Than Solitude Is Worse, And Man

Child Of Mortality, Whence Comest Thou? Why Is Thy Countenance Sad, And Why Are Thine Eyes Red With Weeping?

Let Us Confess A Truth, Humiliating To Human Pride; - A Very Small Part Only Of The Opinions Of The Coolest Philosopher Are The Result Of Fair Reasoning; The Rest Are Formed By His Education, His Temperament, By The Age In Which He Lives, By Trains Of Thought Directed To A Particular Track Through Some Accidental Association - In Short, By Prejudice.

We Should Contract Our Ideas Of Education, And Expect No More From It Than It Is Able To Perform.

When One By One Our Ties Are Torn, And Friend From Friend Is Snatched Forlorn; When Man Is Left Alone To Mourn, Oh! Then How Sweet It Is To Die!

Many Things I Knew, I Have Forgotten; Many Things I Thought I Knew, I Find I Know Nothing About; Some Things I Know, I Have Found Not Worth Knowing; And Some Things I Would Give - O What Would One Not Give To Know? Are Beyond The Reach Of Human Ken.