A good preface is as essential to put the reader into good humor, as a good prologue is to a play, or a fine symphony is to an opera, containing something analogous to the work itself; so that we may feel its want as a desire not elsewhere to be gratified. The Italians call the preface—La salsa del libro—the sauce of the book; and, if well-seasoned, it creates an appetite in the reader to devour the book itself.—Disraeli.
Prejudice.—He who knows only his own side of the case knows little of that.—J. Stuart Mill.
Prejudice, which sees what it pleases, cannot see what is plain.—Aubrey de Vere.
All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.—Pope.
Prejudice is the reason of fools.—Voltaire.
Ignorance is less remote from the truth than prejudice.—Diderot.
Present, The.—Since Time is not a person we can overtake when he is gone, let us honor him with mirth and cheerfulness of heart while he is passing.—Goethe.
Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.—Schiller.
'Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.—Bovée.
The present hour is always wealthiest when it is poorer than the future ones, as that is the pleasantest site which affords the pleasantest prospect.—Thoreau.