Stupidity Is Without Anxiety.

A Person Hears Only What They Understand.

What Is My Life If I Am No Longer Useful To Others.

All Men Would Be Masters Of Others, And No Man Is Lord Of Himself.

Our Passions Are True Phoenixes; As The Old Burn Out The New Straight Rise Up From The Ashes.

Mysterious In The Light Of Day, Nature Retains Her Veil, Despite Our Clamours: That Which She Does Not Willingly Display Cannot Be Wrenched From Her With Levers, Screws And Hammers.