He Who Shuns The Millstone, Shuns The

No One Respects A Talent That Is Concealed.

God Has Administered To Us Of The Present Age, A Bitter Draught And A Harsh Physician, On Account Of Our Abounding Infirmities.

The Highest Form Of Bliss Is Living With A Certain Degree Of Folly

They May Attack Me With An Army Of Six Hundred Syllogisms; And If I Do Not Recant, They Will Proclaim Me A Heretic.

What Difference Is There, Do You Think, Between Those In Plato's Cave Who Can Only Marvel At The Shadows And Images Of Various Objects, Provided They Are Content And Don't Know What They Miss, And The Philosopher Who Has Emerged From The Cave And Sees The Real Things?