Summer Has Set In With Its Usual

I Believe That Obstinacy, Or The Dread Of Control And Discipline, Arises Not So Much From Self-willedness As From A Conscious Defect Of Voluntary Power; As Foolhardiness Is Not Seldom The Disguise Of Conscious Timidity.

When A Man Mistakes His Thoughts For Persons And Things, He Is Mad.

Men, I Still Think, Ought To Be Weighed Not Counted.

The Juggle Of Sophistry Consists, For The Most Part, In Using A Word In One Sense In All The Premises, And In Another Sense In The Conclusion.

I Have Often Thought What A Melancholy World This Would Be Without Children, And What An Inhuman World Without The Aged.