That Monstrous Tuberosity Of Civilised Life, The

Fame, We May Understand, Is No Sure Test Of Merit, But Only A Probability Of Such; It Is An Accident, Not A Property Of Man.

Nature Alone Is Antique, And The Oldest Art A Mushroom.

I Grow Daily To Honor Facts More And More, And Theory Less And Less.

I Had A Lifelong Quarrel With God, But In The End We Made Up.

Close Thy Byron ; Open Thy Goethe .