The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking

A Strong Foe Is Better Than A Weak Friend.

Hardly A Book Of Human Worth, Be It Heaven's Own Secret, Is Honestly Placed Before The Reader; It Is Either Shunned, Given A Periclean Funeral Oration In A Hundred And Fifty Words, Or Interred In The Potter's Field Of The Newspapers Back Pages.

I Have No Confidence In A Man Whose Faults You Cannot See.

The Ancients Understood The Regulation Of Power Better Than The Regulation Of Liberty.

One Of The Weaknesses In The Cooperative Is That It Has Never Been Sufficiently Leavened By The Imagination. This Is A Quick-silver Faculty, And Likely To Be A Cause Of Worry To Any Collective Settlement.