The Ancients Called Beauty The Flowering Of

I Am Ashamed To See What A Shallow Village Tale Our So-called History Is.

The People Fancy They Hate Poetry, And They Are All Poets And Mystics.

But I Cannot Recite, Even Thus Rudely, Laws Of The Intellect, Without Remembering That Lofty And Sequestered Class Of Men Who Have Been Its Prophets And Oracles, The High-priesthood Of The Pure Reason, The Trismegisti, The Expounders Of The Principles Of Thought From Age To Age.

Proverbs Are The Literature Of Reason, Or The Statements Of Absolute Truth, Without Qualification. Like The Sacred Books Of Each Nation, They Are The Sanctuary Of Its Intuitions.

Lawyers Are A Prudent Race Though Not Very Fond Of Liberty.