A Library Implies An Act Of Faith

If People Did Not Love One Another, I Really Don't See What Use There Would Be In Having Any Spring.

To Err Is Human. To Loaf Is Parisian.

Let Us Admit, Without Bitterness, That The Individual Has His Distinct Interests And Can, Without Felony, Stipulate For Those Interests And Defend Them. The Present Has Its Pardonable Amount Of Egotism; Momentary Life Has Its Claims, And Cannot Be Expected To Sacrifice Itself Incessantly To The Future. The Generation Which Is In Its Turn Passing Over The Earth Is Not Forced To Abridge Its Life For The Sake Of The Generations, Its Equals After All, Whose Turn Shall Come Later On.

Table Talk And Lovers' Talk Equally Elude The Grasp; Lovers' Talk Is Clouds, Table Talk Is Smoke.

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.