I read your piece on Plato. Holmes, when you strike at a king, you must kill him.

The sea is masculine, the type of active strength. Look, what egg-shells are drifting all over it, each one, like ours, filled with men in ecstasies of terror, alternating with cockney conceit, as the sea is rough or smooth. Is this sad-colored circle an eternal cemetery?

Man is physical as well as metaphysical, a thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start.

Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore

When a man thinks happily, he finds no foot-track in the field he traverses. All spontaneous thought is irrespective of all else.

If a man sits down to think, he is immediately asked if he has a headache.

The sciences, even the best,-mathematics and astronomy,-are like sportsmen, who seize whatever prey offers, even without being able to make any use of it.