We See God Face To Face Every

Many A Profound Genius, I Suppose, Who Fills The World With Fame Of His Exploding Renowned Errors, Is Yet Everyday Posed And Baffled By Trivial Questions At His Own Supper Table.

Books Take Their Place According To Their Specific Gravity As Surely As Potatoes In A Tub.

The World Is His Who Can See Through Its Pretension.

The Scholar May Lose Himself In Schools, In Words, And Become A Pedant; But When He Comprehends His Duties, He Above All Men Is Arealist, And Converses With Things.

I Hate The Giving Of The Hand Unless The Whole Man Accompanies It.