Philosophy Rests On A Proposition That Whatever

No Book Is Of Much Importance; The Vital Thing Is, What Do You Yourself Think?

I Would Rather Be Able To Appreciate Things I Can Not Have Than To Have Things I Am Not Able To Appreciate.

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

Every Spirit Makes Its House, But As Afterwards The House Confines The Spirit, You Had Better Build Well.

Two-thirds Of All Preachers, Doctors And Lawyers Are Hanging On To The Coat Tails Of Progress, Shouting, Whoa! While A Good Many Of The Rest Are Busy Strewing Banana Peels Along The Line Of March.