Eloquence Is An Engine Invented To Manage

The Archer Who Overshoots His Mark Does No Better Than He Who Falls Short Of It.

Opinion Is A Powerful Party, Bold, And Without Measure.

Men Do Not Know The Natural Infirmity Of Their Mind: It Does Nothing But Ferret And Quest, And Keeps Incessantly Whirling Around, Building Up And Becoming Entangled In Its Own Work, Like Silkworms, And Is Suffocated In It. A Mouse In A Pitch Barrel...thinks It Notices From A Distance Some Sort Of Glimmer Of Imaginary Light And Truth; But While Running Toward It, It Is Crossed By So Many Difficulties And Obstacles, And Diverted By So Many New Quests, That It Strays From The Road, Bewildered.

We Are Born To Inquire Into Truth; It Belongs To A Greater To Possess It

He That I Am Reading Seems Always To Have The Most Force.