To Know Is Not Less Than To

Knowledge-it Excites Prejudices To Call It Science-is Advancing As Irresistibly, As Majestically, As Remorselessly As The Ocean Moves In Upon The Shore.

The Foliage Has Been Losing Its Freshness Through The Month Of August, And Here And There A Yellow Leaf Shows Itself Like The First Gray Hair Amidst The Locks Of A Beauty Who Has Seen One Season Too Many.

There Is Something Frightful In The Way In Which Not Only Characteristic Qualities, But Particular Manifestations Of Them, Are Repeated From Generation To Generation.

There Was Never An Idea Started That Woke Up Men Out Of Their Stupid Indifference But Its Originator Was Spoken Of As A Crank.

There Is A Little Plant Called Reverence In The Corner Of My Soul's Garden, Which I Love To Have Watered Once A Week.