Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

I Look Upon All Four Gospels As Thoroughly Genuine, For There Shines Forth From Them The Reflected Splendor Of A Sublimity Proceeding From Jesus Christ.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.

Mathematicians Are Like Frenchmen: Whatever You Say To Them They Translate Into Their Own Language And Forthwith It Is Something Entirely Different.

We Are The Slaves Of Objects Around Us, And Appear Little Or Important According As These Contract Or Give Us Room To Expand.

It Is In Human Nature To Relax, When Not Compelled By Personal Advantage Or Disadvantage.