Revolutions Go Not Backward.

The Lover Of Letters Loves Power Too.

Conversation Is The Laboratory And Workshop Of The Student.

Earth's A Howling Wilderness, Truculent With Fraud And Force.

When We Are Young, We Spend Much Time And Pains In Filling Our Note-books With All Definitions Of Religion, Love, Poetry, Politics, Art, In The Hope That, In The Course Of A Few Years, We Shall Have Condensed Into Our Encyclopaedia The Net Value Of All The Theories At Which The World Has Yet Arrived. But Year After Year Our Tables Get No Completeness, And At Last We Discover That Our Curve Is A Parabola, Whose Arcs Will Never Meet.

How Much Finer Things Are In Composition Than Alone.