Let Every Foot Have Its Own Shoe.

It Is A Thorny Undertaking, And More So Than It Seems, To Follow A Movement So Wandering As That Of Our Mind, To Penetrate The Opaque Depths Of Its Innermost Folds, To Pick Out And Immobilize The Innumerable Flutterings That Agitate It.

Others Form Man; I Tell Of Him, And Portray A Particular One, Very Ill-formed, Whom I Should Really Make Very Different From Whathe Is If I Had To Fashion Him Over Again. But Now It Is Done.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

Ambition Is Not A Vice Of Little People.

We Are Born To Inquire Into Truth; It Belongs To A Greater To Possess It