If We Are Long Absent From Our

The Love Of Liberty Is The Love Of Others; The Love Of Power Is The Love Of Ourselves.

No Act Terminating In Itself Constitutes Greatness.

No Man Would, I Think, Exchange His Existence With Any Other Man, However Fortunate. We Had As Lief Not Be, As Not Be Ourselves.

It Is Only Those Who Never Think At All, Or Else Who Have Accustomed Themselves To Blood Invariably On Abstract Ideas, That Ever Feel Ennui.

Women Never Reason, And Therefore They Are (comparatively) Seldom Wrong.