Everything Which Is, Is Thought, But Not

I Wonder Whether I Should Gain Anything By The Attempt To Assume A Character Which Is Not Mine. My Wavering Manner, Born Of Doubt And Scruple, Has At Least The Advantage Of Rendering All The Different Shades Of My Thought, And Of Being Sincere. If It Were To Become Terse, Affirmative, Resolute, Would It Not Be A Mere Imitation?

Before Giving Advice We Must Have Secured Its Acceptance, Or, Rather, Have Made It Desired.

Time And Space Are Fragments Of The Infinite For The Use Of Finite Creatures.

What We Call Little Things Are Merely The Causes Of Great Things; They Are The Beginning, The Embryo, And It Is The Point Of Departure Which, Generally Speaking, Decides The Whole Future Of An Existence. One Single Black Speck May Be The Beginning Of Gangrene, Of A Storm, Of A Revolution.

Man Becomes Man Only By His Intelligence, But He Is Man Only By His Heart.