Whenever He Composes A Critical Review, I

If Nature Be Regarded As The Teacher And We Poor Human Beings As Her Pupils, The Human Race Presents A Very Curious Picture. We All Sit Together At A Lecture And Possess The Necessary Principles For Understanding It, Yet We Always Pay More Attention To The Chatter Of Our Fellow Students Than To The Lecturer's Discourse. Or, If Our Neighbor Copies Something Down, We Sneak It From Him, Stealing What He Himself May Have Heard Imperfectly, And Add It To Our Own Errors Of Spelling And Opinion.

Nothing Reveals A Man's Character Better Than The Kind Of Joke At Which He Takes Offense.

The Greatest Things In The World Are Brought About By Other Things Which We Count As Nothing: Little Causes We Overlook But Which At Length Accumulate.

I Am Always Grieved When A Man Of Real Talent Dies. The World Needs Such Men More Than Heaven Does.

Perhaps In Time The So-called Dark Ages Will Be Thought Of As Including Our Own.