It Is The Fortunate Who Should Extol

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life. It Is Inherent In Man's Nature; And When We Think It Is Wholly Eradicated, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Holes And Corners, Whence It Peeps Out All At Once, As Soon As It Can Do It With Safety.

Neither Art Thou The Man To Catch The Fiend And Hold Him! [ger., Du Bist Noch Nicht Der Mann Den Teufel Festzuhalten.

Normally, People Believe That, If They Hear Just Words, That These Words Must Lead To Some Thought.

Rash, Inexperienced Youth Holds Itself A Chosen Instrument, And Allows Itself Unbounded License.

What Chance Gathers, She Easily Scatters. A Great Person Attracts Great People And Knows How To Hold Them Together.