To Great Evils We Submit, We Resent

Fame Is The Inheritance Not Of The Dead, But Of The Living. It Is We Who Look Back With Lofty Pride To The Great Names Of Antiquity.

We Can Scarcely Hate Anyone That We Know.

No One Ever Approaches Perfection Except By Stealth, And Unknown To Themselves.

Men Of Gravity Are Intellectual Stammerers, Whose Thoughts Move Slowly.

If I Have Not Read A Book Before, It Is, For All Intents And Purposes, New To Me Whether It Was Printed Yesterday Or Three Hundred Years Ago.