Leisure Only Means A Chance To Do

To Rest Upon A Formula Is A Slumber That, Prolonged, Means Death.

On The Whole, I Am On The Side Of The Unregenerate Who Affirms The Worth Of Life As An End In Itself, As Against The Saints Who Deny It.

Our Test Of Truth Is A Reference To Either A Present Or Imagined Future Majority In Favour Of Our View.

A New And Valid Idea Is Worth More Than A Regiment And Fewer Men Can Furnish The Former Than Command The Latter.

Every Real Thought On Every Real Subject Knocks The Wind Out Of Somebody Or Other.