There is one mind common to all individual men
The wheels and springs of man are all set to the hypothesis of the permanence of nature. We are not built like a ship to be tossed, but like a house to stand.
One more fagot of these adamantine bandages is the new science of Statistics.
Sitting back in the evening, stargazing and stroking your dog, is an infallible remedy.
I am a part and parcel of God.
Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence, then, this worship of the past?