Virtue Is Like Health: The Harmony Of

War Is A Quarrel Between Two Thieves Too Cowardly To Fight Their Own Battle.

The True Church Of England, At This Moment, Lies In The Editors Of The Newspapers.

There Is No Life Of A Man, Faithfully Recorded, But Is A Heroic Poem Of Its Sort, Rhymed Or Unrhymed.

Just In Ratio As Knowledge Increases, Faith Diminishes.

When We Can Drain The Ocean Into Mill-ponds, And Bottle Up The Force Of Gravity, To Be Sold By Retail, In Gas Jars; Then May We Hope To Comprehend The Infinitudes Of Man's Soul Under Formulas Of Profit And Loss; And Rule Over This Too, As Over A Patent Engine, By Checks, And Valves, And Balances.