The Ideal Is In Thyself, The Impediments

Man, It Is Not Thy Works, Which Are Mortal, Infinitely Little, And The Greatest No Greater Than The Least, But Only The Spirit Thou Workest In, That Can Have Worth Or Continuance.

Fire Is The Best Of Servants, But What A Master!

The Present Is The Living Sum-total Of The Whole Past.

If Time Is Precious, No Book That Will Not Improve By Repeated Readings Deserves To Be Read At All.

Reality, If Rightly Interpreted, Is Grander Than Fiction.