What is odious but . . . people . . . who toast their feet on the register. . . .

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

Many have paid lip service to philosophy, but these men served it with their whole heart. He tastes nothing who has not tasted for himself.

What is odious but . . . people . . . who toast their feet on the register. . . .

The abstractionist and the materialist thus mutually exasperating each other, and the scoffer expressing the worst of materialism, there arises a third party to occupy the middle ground between these two, the skeptic, namely. He finds both wrong by being in extremes. He labors to plant his feet, to be the beam of the balance.

You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

Who can wonder at the attractiveness... of the bar, for our ambitious young men, when the highest bribes of society are at the feet of the successful orator?