The History Of All The World Tells

The First Man Of Science Was He Who Looked Into A Thing, Not To Learn Whether It Furnished Him With Food, Or Shelter, Or Weapons, Or Tools, Armaments, Or Playwiths But Who Sought To Know It For The Gratification Of Knowing.

How Strange And Awful Is The Synthesis Of Life And Death In The Gusty Winds And Falling Leaves Of An Autumnal Day!

A Man Of Maxims Only Is Like A Cyclops With One Eye, And That In The Back Of His Head.

If You Would Stand Well With A Great Mind, Leave Him With A Favorable Impression Of Yourself; If With A Little Mind, Leave Him With A Favorable Impression Of Himself.

Poetry Gives Most Pleasure When Only Generally And Not Perfectly Understood.