The World, Nature, Human Beings, Do Not

Who's In Or Out, Who Moves The Grand Machine, Nor Stirs My Curiosity, Or Spleen; Secrets Of State No More I Wish To Know Than Secret Movements Of A Puppet-show; Let But The Puppets Move, I've My Desire, Unseen The Hand Which Guides The Master Wire.

How Dreadful Are The Curses Which Mohammedanism Lays On Its Votaries! Besides The Fanatical Frenzy, Which Is As Dangerous In A Man As Hydrophobia In A Dog, There Is This Fearful Fatalistic Apathy. Improvident Habits, Slovenly Systems Of Agriculture, Sluggish Methods Of Commerce, And Insecurity Of Property Exist Wherever The Followers Of The Prophet Rule Or Live. A Degraded Sensualism Deprives This Life Of Its Grace And Refinement; The Next Of Its Dignity And Sanctity.

I Wonder Whether Any Other Generation Has Seen Such Astounding Revolutions Of Data And Values As Those Through Which We Have Lived. Scarcely Anything Material Or Established Which I Was Brought Up To Believe Was Permanent And Vital, Has Lasted. Everything I Was Sure Or Taught To Be Sure Was Impossible, Has Happened.

It Is Better To Do Something Than To Do Nothing While Waiting To Do Everything.

Tidiness Is A Virtue, Symmetry Is Often A Constituent Of Beauty.