To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: / All are not fit with them to stir and toil, / Nor is it discontent to keep the mind / Deep in its fountain.
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle
Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of this world, all things are weighed by the false scale of custom
War, war is still the cry, `War even to the knife!'
War's a brain spattering windpipe splitting art.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
We have progressively improved into a less spiritual species of tenderness -- but the seal is not yet fixed though the wax is preparing for the impression.
Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!/ All that we know is, nothing can be known.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
What an antithetical mind! -- tenderness, roughness -- delicacy, coarseness -- sentiment, sensuality -- soaring and groveling, dirt and deity -- all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
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