Ah! My Poor Brain Is Racked And

What Is Not Fully Understood Is Not Possessed.

These Auspicious Aspects, Which The Astrologers Subsequently Interpreted For Me, May Have Been The Causes Of My Preservation.

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

The Art Of Governing Is A Great Metier, Requiring The Whole Man, And It Is Therefore Not Well For A Ruler To Have Too Strong Tendencies For Other Affairs.

Everything Factual Is, In A Sense, Theory. The Blue Of The Sky Exhibits The Basic Laws Of Chromatics. There Is No Sense In Looking For Something Behind Phenomena: They Are Theory.