Men's Actions Are Too Strong For Them.

Our Health Is Our Sound Relation To External Objects; Our Sympathy With External Being.

We Thirst For Approbation, Yet Cannot Forgive The Approver.

His Heart Was As Great As The World, But There Was No Room In It To Hold The Memory Of A Wrong.

The Life Of Truth Is Cold.

In The First Place, All Books That Get Fairly Into The Vital Air Of The World Were Written By The Successful Class, By The Affirming And Advancing Class, Who Utter What Tens Of Thousands Feel Though They Cannot Say.