If You Put A Chain Around The

Solitude, The Safeguard Of Mediocrity, Is To Genius, The Stern Friend, The Cold, Obscure Shelter Where Moult The Wings Which Will Bear It Farther Than Suns And Stars.

Why Need I Volumes, If One Word Suffice?

Mankind Have Such A Deep Stake In Inward Illumination, That There Is Much To Be Said By The Hermit Or Monk In Defence Of His Life Of Thought And Prayer.

I Do Not Wish To Please Him; I Wish That He Should Wish To Please Me.

All Necessary Truth Is Its Own Evidence.