Be Happy, Noble Heart, Be Blessed For

Philosophy Cannot Be Taught; It Is The Application Of The Sciences To Truth.

Why Do You Mention My Father?' Screamed He; 'why Do You Mingle A Recollection Of Him With The Affairs Of Today?' Because I Am He Who Saved Your Father's Life When He Wished To Destroy Himself, As You Do Today-because I Am The Man Who Sent The Purse To Your Young Sister, And The Paraon To Old Morrel-because I Am The Edmond Dantes Who Nursed You, A Child, On My Knees.

To Learn Is Not To Know; There Are The Learners And The Learned. Memory Makes The One, Philosophy The Others.

I Have Always Had More Dread Of A Pen, A Bottle Of Ink, And A Sheet Of Paper Than Of A Sword Or Pistol.

Pain, Thou Art Not An Evil