The Souls Of Emperors And Cobblers Are

Whatever I May Be, I Want To Be Elsewhere Than On Paper. My Art And My Industry Have Been Employed In Making Myself Good For Something; My Studies, In Teaching Me To Do, Not To Write. I Have Put All My Efforts Into Forming My Life. That Is My Trade And My Work.

Disappointment And Feebleness Imprint Upon Us A Cowardly And Valetudinarian Virtue.

The Laws Of Conscience, Though We Ascribe Them To Nature, Actually Come From Custom.

The Beginnings Of All Things Are Weak And Tender. We Must Therefore Be Clear-sighted In The Beginnings, For, As In Their Budding We Discern Not The Danger, So In Their Full Growth We Perceive Not The Remedy.

Reason Has So Many Forms That We Do Not Know Which To Choose-experiment Has No Fewer.