Books Are The Most Mannerly Of Companions,

When One Becomes Indifferent To Women, To Children, And Young People., He May Know That He Is Superannuated, And Has Withdrawn From Whatsoever Is Sweetest And Purest In Human Existence.

Civilization Degrades The Many To Exalt The Few.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness, Imagination Its Zenith.

What Higher Praise Can We Bestow On Any One Than To Say Of Him That He Harbors Another's Prejudices With A Hospitality So Cordial As To Give Him, For The Time, The Sympathy Next Best To, If Indeed It Be Not Edification In, Charity Itself. For What Disturbs More And Distracts Mankind Than The Uncivil Manners That Cleave Man From Man?