For Many People, One Of The Most

We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature, Polytheists When We Write Poetry, Monotheists In Our Morality.

The More One Knows, The More One Comprehends, The More One Realizes That Everything Turns In A Circle.

Wishes Are Premonitions Of Abilities.

Men Are So Inclined To Content Themselves With What Is Commonest; The Spirit And The Senses So Easily Grow Dead To The Impressions Of The Beautiful And Perfect, That Every One Should Study, By All Methods, To Nourish In His Mind The Faculty Of Feeling These Things. ...for This Reason, One Ought Every Day At Least, To Hear A Little Song, Read A Good Poem, See A Fine Picture, And, If It Were Possible, To Speak A Few Reasonable Words.

Every Man Must Form Himself As A Particular Being, Seeking, However, To Attain That General Idea Of Which All Mankind Are Constituents.