When There Is No Vision, People Perish.

Again, The Great Number Of Cultivated Men Keep Each Other Up To A High Standard. The Habit Of Meeting Well-read And Knowing Men Teaches The Art Of Omission And Selection.

The Believing We Do Something When We Do Nothing Is The First Illusion Of Tobacco.

Every Man Is Grave Alone.

Society Is Frivolous, And Shreds Its Day Into Scraps, Its Conversation Into Ceremonies And Escapes.

All The Tools And Engines On Earth Are Only Extensions Of Man's Limbs And Senses.