The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary.
Men over forty are no judges of a book written in a new spirit.
Good as is discourse, silence is better and shames it.
One of our statesmen said, "The curse of this country is eloquent men."
The intellectual man requires a fine bait; the sots are easily amused. But everybody is drugged with his own frenzy, and the pageant marches at all hours, with music and banner and badge.
Each particle is a microcosm, and faithfully renders the likeness of the world.