He Loves Not Who Does Not See

Who Is The Wisest Man? He Who Neither Knows Or Wishes For Anything Else Than What Happens.

It Matters Little Whether A Man Be Mathematically Or Philologically Or Artistically Cultivated, So He Be But Cultivated.

When I Consider The Narrow Limits Within Which Our Active And Inquiring Faculties Are Confined; When I See How All Our Energies Are Wasted In Providing For Mere Necessities, Which Again Have No Further End Than To Prolong A Wretched Existence; And Then That All Our Satisfaction Concerning Certain Subjects Of Investigation Ends In Nothing Better Than A Passive Resignation... When I Consider All This... I Am Silent.

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Acheive In An Age.

Let There Be Truth Between Us.