The Essence Of Greatness Is The Perception

Who Heeds The Waste Abyss Of Possibility? The Ocean Is Everywhere The Same, But It Has No Character Until Seen With The Shore Or The Ship.

A Scholar Is A Candle Which The Love And Desire Of All Men Will Light.

You Shall Have Joy, Or You Shall Have Power, Said God; You Shall Not Have Both.

A Man Must Consider What A Blindman's-buff Is This Game Of Conformity.

The Mob Is Man Voluntarily Descending To The Nature Of The Beast. Its Fit Hour Of Activity Is Night. Its Actions Are Insane Like Its Whole Constitution. It Persecutes A Principle; It Would Whip A Right; It Would Tar And Feather Justice, By Inflicting Fire And Outrage Upon The Houses And Persons Of Those Who Have These. It Resembles The Prank Of Boys, Who Run With Fire-engines To Put Out The Ruddy Aurora Streaming To The Stars.