Affectation Is The Product Of Falsehood.

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

Nothing That Was Worthy In The Past Departs; No Truth Or Goodness Realized By Man Ever Dies, Or Can Die.

Histories Are A Kind Of Distilled Newspapers.

I Want To Meet My God Awake.

It Is Not A Lucky Word, This Name Impossible; No Good Comes Of Those Who Have It So Often In Their Mouths.