September Sixteenth. The mood into which a friend can bring us, is his dominion over us. September Seventeenth. Hideous dreams are exaggerations of the sins of the day. September Eighteenth. All mankind love a lover. September Nineteenth. Introduce a base person among gentleinen; it is all to no purpose; he is not their fellow. Every society protects itself. The company is perfectly safe, and he is not one of them, though his body is in the room. September Twentieth. The way to speak and write what shall not go out of fashion is, to speak and write sincerely. September Twenty-first. The permanence of all books is fixed by no effort friendly or hostile, but by their own specific gravity, or the intrinsic importance of their contents to the constant mind of man. September Twenty-second. The great man knew not that he was great. It took a century or two for that fact to appear. September Twenty-third. The laws of disease, physicians say, are as beautiful as the laws of health. September Twenty-fourth. Truth has not single victories; all things are its organs,-not only dust and stones, but errors and lies. September Twenty-fifth. The world is full of judgment days, and into every assembly that a man enters, in every action he attempts, he is gauged and stamped. September Twenty-sixth. Never a magnanimity fell to the ground, but there is some heart to greet and accept it unexpectedly. September Twenty-seventh. A man passes for what he is worth. What he is, engraves itself on his face, on his form on his fortunes, in letters of light. |