Intelligent People Make Many Mistakes Because They

Philosophy, Like Medicine, Has Plenty Of Drugs, Few Good Remedies, And Hardly Any Specific Cures.

It Is When Their Age Of Passions Is Past That Great Men Produce Their Masterpieces, Just As It Is After Volcanic Eruptions That The Soil Is Most Fertile.

He Who Leaves The Game Wins It.

Nearly All Men Are Slaves For The Same Reason That The Spartans Assigned For The Servitude Of The Persians -- Lack Of Power To Pronounce The Syllable, "no." To Be Able To Utter That Word And Live Alone, Are The Only Means To Preserve One's Freedom And One's Character.

Sometimes Apparent Resemblance Of Character Will Bring Two Men Together And For A Certain Time Unite Them. But Their Mistake Gradually Becomes Evident, And They Are Astonished To Find Themselves Not Only Far Apart, But Even Repelled, In Some Sort, At All Their Points Of Contact.