A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit

Everlastingly Chained To A Single Little Fragment Of The Whole, Man Himself Develops Into Nothing But A Fragment; Everlastingly In His Ear The Monotonous Sound Of The Wheel That He Turns, He Never Develops The Harmony Of His Being, And Instead Of Putting The Stamp Of Humanity Upon His Own Nature, He Becomes Nothing More Than The Imprint Of His Occupation Or Of His Specialized Knowledge.

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.