Our Thinking Is A Pious Reception.

We, As We Read, Must Become Greeks, Romans, Turks, Priest And King, Martyr And Executioner; Must Fasten These Images To Some Reality In Our Secret Experience, Or We Shall Learn Nothing Rightly.

As There Is A Use In Medicine For Poisons, So The World Cannot Move Without Rogues.

So Much Of Our Time Is Spent In Preparation, So Much In Routine, And So Much In Retrospect, That The Amount Of Each Person's Genius Is Confined To A Very Few Hours.

Deal In Our Privacy With The Last Honesty And Truth.

It Is A Luxury To Be Understood.