The Mob Is Man Voluntarily Descending To

Perception Is A Mirror Not A Fact. And What I Look On Is My State Of Mind, Reflected Outward.

Books Are For Nothing But To Inspire

...what Torments Of Pain Have You Endured That Haven't As Yet Arrived? And May Never!

Speak Your Latent Conviction. . . Else Tomorrow A Stranger Will Say With Masterly Good Sense Precisely What We Have Thought And Felt All The Time, And We Shall Be Forced To Take With Shame Our Own Opinion From Another.

Wise Men Are Not Wise At All Times.