Conformity Is The Ape Of Harmony.

The Years Teach Much Which The Days Never Know.

The Miracles Of Genius Always Rest On Profound Convictions Which Refuse To Be Analyzed.

But Do Your Work, And I Shall Know You. Do Your Work, And You Shall Reinforce Yourself.

There Is A Mortifying Experience In Particular, Which Does Not Fail To Wreak Itself Also In The General History; I Mean "the Foolish Face Of Praise," The Forced Smile Which We Put On In Company Where We Do Not Feel At Ease, In Answer To Conversation Which Does Not Interest Us. The Muscles, Not Spontaneously Moved But Moved, By A Low Usurping Wilfulness, Grow Tight About The Outline Of The Face, With The Most Disagreeable Sensation.

The First Questions Are Always To Be Asked, And The Wisest Doctor Is Gravelled By The Inquisitiveness Of A Child.