There Is No Patriotic Art.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of Life, Wear Out At Last.

When Scholars Study A Thing, They Strive To Kill It First, If It's Alive; Then They Have The Parts And The'be Lost The Whole, For The Link That's Missing Was The Living Soul.

No Two People See The World Exactly Alike, And Different Temperaments Will Often Apply The Same Principle, Recognized By Both, Differently. Even One And The Same Person Won't Always Maintain The Same Views And Judgments: Earlier Convictions Must Give Way To Later Ones.

Every Day We Should Hear At Least One Little Song, Read One Good Poem, See One Exquisite Picture, And, If Possible, Speak A Few Sensible Words.