Omissions Are Not Accidents.

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

Impatience Is The Mark Of Independence, Not Of Bondage.

There Is No Pleasure Subtler Than The Sensation Of Being A Good Workman; And In Work There Is The Sense Of Consanguinity-unconscious As A Rule But Sometimes Conscious.

Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For Living In A Town Like This.