There Is No Dignity Like The Dignity

Old Ideas Are Continually Being Slain By New Facts. There Is Nothing Stable In The Conclusions Of The Mind, And It Is Impossible That There Ever Should Be Unless We Hold That The Universe Is Made To The Measure Of The Human Mind, An Assumption For Which Nothing In The Past Gives Any Warrant.

None So Good That He Has No Faults, None So Wicked That He Is Worth Naught.

A Tendency To Exaggeration Was A Roman Trait.

When We Speak Of Beauty, We're Speaking Of Something We're More Or Less Indifferent To.

The Heterodoxy Of One Generation Is The Orthodoxy Of The Next.