The World Is Satisfied With Words, Few

The Captain Of A Ship Is Not Chosen From Those Of The Passengers Who Comes From The Best Family.

Men Despise Religion. They Hate It And Are Afraid It May Be True.

We Do Not Rest Satisfied With The Present.... So Imprudent We Are That We Wander In The Times Which Are Not Ours And Do Not Thinkof The Only One Which Belongs To Us; And So Idle Are We That We Dream Of Those Times Which Are No More And Thoughtlessly Overlook That Which Alone Exists. For The Present Is Generally Painful To Us.

How Vain Is Painting, Which Is Admired For Reproducing The Likeness Of Things Whose Originals Are Not Admired.

Once Your Soul Has Been Enlarged By A Truth, It Can Never Return To Its Original Size.