Knowledge is boundless,--human capacity, limited.

Slander is the balm of malignity.

Change of fashion is the tax levied by the industry of the poor on the vanity of the rich.

At the sight of what goes on in the world, the most misanthropic of men must end by being amused, and Heraclitus must die laughing.

The sunset glow of self-possession.

It is when their age of passions is past that great men produce their masterpieces, just as it is after volcanic eruptions that the soil is most fertile.

Change, change,--we all covet change.