On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.

I Consider Him Of No Account Who Esteems Himself Just As The Popular Breath May Chance To Raise Him.

A Man's Foibles Are What Makes Him Lovable.

What Is The Path? There Is No Path. On Into The Unknown.

There Are People Who Make No Mistakes Because They Never Wish To Do Anything Worth Doing.

We Are So Constituted That We Believe The Most Incredible Things; And, Once They Are Engraved Upon The Memory, Woe To Him Who Would Endeavor To Erase Them.