The Wonder Is That We Can See

Genius Is Its Own End.

No Nation Has Produced Anything Like His Equal. There Is No Quality In The Human Mind, There Is No Class Of Topics, There Is No Region Of Thought, In Which He Has Not Soared Or Descended, And None In Which He Has Not Said The Commanding Word.

The World Looks Like A Multiplication-table, Or A Mathematical Equation, Which, Turn It How You Will, Balances Itself.

The Force Of Character Is Cumulative.

A Day For Toil, An Hour For Sport, But For A Friend Is Life Too Short.