The Mind Has Its Arrangement; It Proceeds

Extremes Are For Us As Though They Were Not, And We Are Not Within Their Notice. They Escape Us, Or We Them. This Is Our True State; This Is What Makes Us Incapable Of Certain Knowledge And Of Absolute Ignorance... This Is Our Natural Condition, And Yet Most Contrary To Our Inclination; We Burn With Desire To Find Solid Ground And An Ultimate Sure Foundation Whereon To Build A Tower Reaching To The Infinite. But Our Whole Groundwork Cracks, And The Earth Opens To Abysses.

If A Soldier Or Labourer Complain Of The Hardship Of His Lot, Set Him To Do Nothing.

We Must Keep Our Thought Secret, And Judge Everything By It, While Talking Like The People.

All Sorrow Has Its Root In Man's Inability To Sit Quiet In A Room By Himself.

We Make An Idol Of Truth Itself; For Truth Apart From Charity Is Not God, But His Image And Idol, Which We Must Neither Love Nor Worship.