Doubt Of The Reality Of Love Ends

Our Greatest Illusion Is To Believe That We Are What We Think Ourselves To Be.

Without Passion Man Is A Mere Latent Force And Possibility, Like The Flint Which Awaits The Shock Of The Iron Before It Can Give Forth Its Spark.

To Be Always Ready A Man Must Be Able To Cut A Knot, For Everything Cannot Be Untied.

I Have Never Felt Any Inward Assurance Of Genius, Or Any Presentiment Of Glory Or Of Happiness. I Have Never Seen Myself In Imagination Great Or Famous, Or Even A Husband, A Father, An Influential Citizen. This Indifference To The Future, This Absolute Self-distrust, Are, No Doubt, To Be Taken As Signs. What Dreams I Have Are All Vague And Indefinite; I Ought Not To Live, For I Am Now Scarcely Capable Of Living.

Will Localizes Us, Thought Universalizes Us.