The Soul Paints Itself In Our Machines.

The God Of Metaphysics Is But An Idea. But The God Of Religion, The Maker Of Heaven And Earth, The Sovereign Judge Of Actions And Thoughts, Is A Power.

Tormented By The Cursed Ambition Always To Put A Whole Book In A Page, A Whole Page In A Sentence, And This Sentence In A Word. I Am Speaking Of Myself.

Mediocrity Is Excellence In The Eyes Of The Mediocre.

Genius Begins Beautiful Works, But Only Labor Finishes Them.

When One Has Too Great A Dread Of What Is Impending, One Feels Some Relief When The Trouble Has Come.