All Nobility In Its Beginnings Was Somebody's

All The Thoughts Of A Turtle Are Turtle

Intellect Is A Fire; Rash And Pitiless It Melts This Wonderful Bone-house Which Is Called Man. Genius Even, As It Is The Greatestgood, Is The Greatest Harm.

Thought Is The Property Of Him Who Can Entertain It, And Of Him Who Can Adequately Place It.

And In Cases Where Profound Conviction Has Been Wrought, The Eloquent Man Is He Who Is No Beautiful Speaker, But Who Is Inwardly Drunk With A Certain Belief. It Agitates And Tears Him, And Perhaps Almost Bereaves Him Of The Power Of Articulation.

The Pleasure Of Life Is According To The Man That Lives It, And Not According To The Work Or Place.