The Mere Habit Of Learning To Love

If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

One Man's Style Must Not Be The Rule Of Another's.

The Wisest And The Best Of Men, Nay, The Wisest And Best Of Their Actions, May Be Rendered Ridiculous By A Person Whose First Object In Life Is A Joke.

A Vast Deal May Be Done By Those Who Dare To Act.

[i]t Is Well To Have As Many Holds Upon Happiness As Possible.