All Sorrow Has Its Root In Man's

Thinking Too Little About Things Or Thinking Too Much Both Make Us Obstinate And Fanatical.

Happiness Is Neither Within Us, Nor Without Us. It Is In The Union Of Ourselves With God.

That Queen, Of Error, Whom We Call Fancy And Opinion, Is The More Deceitful Because She Does Not Always Deceive. She Would Be The Infallible Rule Of Truth If She Were The Infallible Rule Of Falsehood; But Being Only Most Frequently In Error, She Gives No Evidence Of Her Real Quality, For She Marks With The Same Character Both That Which Is True And That Which Is False.

You're Basically Killing Each Other To See Who's Got The Better Imaginary Friend.

Those Whom We Call Ancient Were Really New In All Things, And Properly Constituted The Infancy Of Mankind.