The Only Shame Is To Have None.

The Imagination Enlarges Little Objects So As To Fill Our Souls With A Fantastic Estimate; And, With Rash Insolence, It Belittles The Great To Its Own Measure, As When Talking Of God.

The End Point Of Rationality Is To Demonstrate The Limits Of Rationality.

Continued Eloquence Is Wearisome.

There Was Once In Man A True Happiness Of Which There Now Remain To Him Only The Mark And Empty Trace, Which He In Vain Tries To Fill From All His Surroundings, Seeking From Things Absent The Help He Does Not Obtain In Things Present.

Jurisdiction Is Not Given For The Sake Of The Judge, But For That Of The Litigant.