Tis No Dishonor When He Who Would

Seat Thyself Sultanically Among The Moons Of Saturn, And Take High Abstracted Man Alone; And He Seems A Wonder, A Grandeur, And A Woe. But From That Same Point, Take Mankind In Mass, And For The Most Part, They Seem A Mob Of Unnecessary Duplicates, Both Contemporary And Hereditary.

Man Is A Money-making Animal, Which Propensity Too Often Interferes With His Benevolence.

There Are Some Enterprises In Which A Careful Disorderliness Is The True Method.

A Noble Craft, But Somehow A Most Melancholy! All Noble Things Are Touched With That.

What Plays The Mischief With The Truth Is That Men Will Insist Upon The Universal Application Of A Temporary Feeling Or Opinion.