Some Books Should Be Tasted, Some Devoured,

Excusations, Cessions, Modesty Itself Well Governed, Are But Arts Of Ostentation.

I Do Not Believe That Any Man Fears To Be Dead, But Only The Stroke Of Death.

Aristotle... A Mere Bond-servant To His Logic, Thereby Rendering It Contentious And Well Nigh Useless.

We Only Have Our Nervous System To Paint.

The Essential Form Of Knowledge... Is Nothing But A Representation Of Truth: For The Truth Of Being And The Truth Of Knowing Are One, Differing No More Than The Direct Beam And The Beam Reflected.