For My Own Purpose, I

[reformers] Might Be Classified As A Distinct Species Having Eyes In The Back Of Their Heads.

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.

I Haven't Much Opinion Of Words. They're Apt To Set Fire To A Dry Tongue, That's What I Say.

Surely One Of The Peculiar Habits Of Circumstances Is The Way They Follow, In Their Eternal Recurrence, A Single Course. If An Event Happens Once In A Life, It May Be Depended Upon To Repeat Later Its General Design.

What Happens Is Not As Important As How You React To What Happens.