Show Me The Man You Honor, And

It Is Now Almost My Sole Rule Of Life To Clear Myself Of Cants And Formulas, As Of Poisonous Nessus Shirts.

The Mystery Of A Person, Indeed, Is Ever Divine To Him That Has A Sense For The Godlike.

The Most Unhappy Of All Men Is The Man Who Cannot Tell What He Is Going To Do, Who Has Got No Work Cut-out For Him In The World, And Does Not Go Into It. For Work Is The Grand Cure Of All The Maladies And Miseries That Ever Beset Mankind,honest Work, Which You Intend Getting Done.

That Monstrous Tuberosity Of Civilised Life, The Capital Of England.

Dishonesty Is The Raw Material Not Of Quacks Only, But Also In Great Part Dupes.