Man Is The Dwarf Of Himself.

The Voyage Of The Best Ship Is A Zigzag Line Of A Hundred Tacks.

There Is A Persuasion In The Soul Of Man That He Is Here For Cause, That He Was Put Down In This Place By The Creator To Do The Work For Which He Inspires Him, That Thus He Is An Overmatch For All Antagonists That Could Combine Against Him.

Life Wastes Itself Whilst We Are Preparing To Live.

I See Not Any Road Of Perfect Peace Which A Man Can Walk But After The Counsel Of His Own Bosom.

The Senses Interfere Everywhere, And Mix Their Own Structure With All They Report Of.