Genius Begins Beautiful Works, But Only Labor

There Are People Who Are Virtuous Only In A Piece-meal Way; Virtue Is A Fabric From Which They Never Make Themselves A Whole Garment.

Whence? Wither? Why? How? - These Questions Cover All Philosophy.

The Soul Paints Itself In Our Machines.

The Worst Thing About New Books Is That They Keep Us From Reading The Old Ones.

A False Mind Is False In Everything, Just As A Cross Eye Always Looks Askant. But One May Err Once, Nay, A Hundred Times, Without Being Double-minded. There Can Never Be Mental Duplicity Where There Is Sincerity.