The Maxim Of Courts Is That Manner

What You Do Thunders Above Your Head So Loudly, I Cannot Hear The Words You Speak.

What Terrible Questions We Are Learning To Ask! The Former Men Believed In Magic, By Which Temples, Cities, And Men Were Swallowed Up, And All Trace Of Them Gone. We Are Coming On The Secret Of A Magic Which Sweeps Out Of Men's Minds All Vestige Of Theism And Beliefs Which They And Their Fathers Held And Were Framed Upon.

We Cannot Forgive Another For Not Being Ourselves.

Man Is The Broken Giant, And In All His Weakness Both His Body And His Mind Are Invigorated By Habits Of Conversation With Nature.

It Seems To Be A Rule Of Wisdom Never To Rely On Memory Alone.