Conversation Is A Game Of Circles.

I Think The Vice Of Our Housekeeping Is That It Does Not Hold Man Sacred. The Vice Of Government, The Vice Of Education, The Viceof Religion, Is One With That Of The Private Life.

Nature Is A Mutable Cloud Which Is Always And Never The Same.

Men Are What Their Mothers Made Them. You May As Well Ask A Loom Which Weaves Huckabuck Why It Does Not Make Cashmere As To Expect Poetry From This Engineer Or A Chemical Discovery From That Jobber.

Yet These Uneasy Pleasures And Fine Pains Are For Curiosity, And Not For Life.

We Love Force And We Care Very Little How It Is Exhibited.