Whatever Limits Us We Call Fate.

We Are Reformers In The Spring And Summer, But In Autumn We Stand By The Old. Reformers In The Morning, And Conservers At Night.

We Forget Ourselves And Our Destinies In Health, And The Chief Use Of Temporary Sickness Is To Remind Us Of These Concerns.

Something Is Wanting To Science Until It Has Been Humanised.

One Of The Illusions Of Life Is That The Present Hour Is Not The Critical, Decisive One.

A Man In The Wrong May More Easily Be Convinced Than One Half Right.