The Cut Of A Garment

It Is A Vain Hope To Make People Happy By Politics.

All Work Of Man Is As The Swimmer's: A Vast Ocean Threatens To Devour Him; If He Front It Not Bravely, It Will Keep Its Word.

Nine-tenths Of The Miseries And Vices Of Mankind Proceed From Idleness.

O Time! Time! How It Brings Forth And Devours! And The Roaring Flood Of Existence Rushes On Forever Similar, Forever Changing!

Every New Opinion, At Its Starting, Is Precisely In A Minority Of One.