Consistency Is The Bugbear That

Nature Is A Rag Merchant, Who Works Up Every Shred And Ort And End Into New Creations.

The World Exists For The Education Of Each Man.

There Is A Good Ear, In Some Men, That Draws Supplies To Virtue Out Of Very Indifferent Nutriment.

The Value Of A Dollar Is To Buy Just Things; A Dollar Goes On Increasing In Value With All The Genius And All The Virtue Of The World. A Dollar In A University Is Worth More Than A Dollar In A Jail; In A Temperate, Schooled, Law-abiding Community Than In Some Sink Of Crime, Where Dice, Knives, And Arsenic Are In Constant Play.

Not From A Vain Or Shallow Thought His Awful Jove Young Phidias Brought.