The Best Way To Learn Is Through

Neither Rejoice Nor Lament Prematurely; For Whatever May Happen, All Will Be Well If We Only Have Health; For Happiness Exists--merely In The Imagination.

A Man Of Ordinary Talent Will Always Be Ordinary, Whether He Travels Or Not; But A Man Of Superior Talent (which I Cannot Deny Myself To Be Without Being Impious) Will Go To Pieces If He Remains Forever In The Same Place.

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!

The Whole, Though It Be Long, Stands Almost Complete And Finished In My Mind So That I Can Survey It At A Glance. Nor Do I Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them, As It Were, All At Once. What Delight This Is I Cannot Tell!

When I Am Traveling In A Carriage, Or Walking After A Good Meal, Or During The Night When I Cannot Sleep; It Is On Such Occasions That Ideas Flow Best And Most Abundantly.