But One Must Know Where One Stands,

When Intelligent And Sensible People Despise Knowledge In Their Old Age, It Is Only Because They Have Asked Too Much Of It And Of Themselves.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Visionary. How Many Pass Away And Leave No Trace Behind! How Few Yield Any Fruit,--and The Fruit Itself, How Rarely Does It Ripen! And Yet There Are Flowers Enough; And Is It Not Strange, My Friend, That We Should Suffer The Little That Does Really Ripen To Rot, Decay, And Perish Unenjoyed?

The Bad Thing Is That Thinking About Thought Doesn't Help At All; One Has To Have It From Nature So That The Good Ideas Appear Before Us Like Free Children Of God Calling To Us: Here We Are.

Every Beginning Is Cheerful.

He Who Moves Not Forward, Goes Backward.