Virtue By Calculation Is The Virtue Of

I Resemble The Poplar,--that Tree Which, Even When Old, Still Looks Young.

Sexes. One Has The Look Of A Wound, The Other Of Something Skinned.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

Think Of The Ills From Which You Are Exempt.

The Aim Of Argument, Or Of Discussion, Should Not Be Victory, But Progress.