A Good Deed Is The

Memory Is The Miser Of The Mind; Forgetfulness The Spendthrift.

It Is Perfectly Delightful To Take Advantage Of The Conscientious Labors Of Those Who Go Through And Through Volume After Volume, Divide With Infinite Patience The Gold From The Dross, And Present Us With The Pure And Shining Coin. Such Men May Be Likened To Bees Who Save Us Numberless Journeys By Giving Us The Fruit Of Their Own.

Ignorance Is The Worst Form Of Slavery. (paraphrased)

Life Is A Narrow Vale Between The Cold And Barren Peaks Of Two Eternities. We Strive In Vain To Look Beyond The Heights. We Cry Aloud

Ignorance Worships Mystery; Reason Explains It; The One Grovels, The Other Soars.