But Thought Is One Thing, The Deed

What A Person Is Begins To Betray Itself When His Talent Weakens--when He Stops Showing What He Can Do. Talent, Too, Is Ornamentation, And Ornamentation, Too, Is A Hiding Place.

Lying Very Still And Thinking Very Little Is The Most Inexpensive Medicine For All The Sicknesses Of The Soul, And When Administered With Good Intentions It Grows More And More Pleasant With Each Passing Hour.

The State Lies In All Languages Of Good And Evil; And Whatever It Says, It Lies-and Whatever It Has, It Has Stolen.

In Loneliness, The Lonely One Eats Himself; In A Crowd, The Many Eat Him. Now Choose.

Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.