The Little Man Is Still A Man.

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

Nothing Is More Dangerous Than Solitude.

The History Of A Man Is In His Character.

If Man Thinks About His Physical Or Moral State He Usually Discovers That He Is Ill.