We Are Taught Words, Not Ideas.

And It Is A Singular Truth That, Though A Man May Shake Off National Habits, Accent, Manner Of Thinking, Style Of Dress,--though He May Become Perfectly Identified With Another Nation, And Speak Its Language Well, Perhaps Better Than His Own,--yet Never Can He Succeed In Changing His Handwriting To A Foreign Style.

It Is The Lot Of Man To Suffer; It Is Also His Fortune To Forget. Oblivion And Sorrow Share Our Being, As Darkness And Light Divide The Course Of Time.

The World Is Weary Of Statesmen Whom Democracy Has Degraded Into Politicians.

At Present The Peace Of The World Has Been Preserved, Not By Statesmen, But By Capitalists.

The Pursuit Of Science Leads Only To The Insoluble.