Things Are Always At Their Best In

Nothing Gives Rest But The Sincere Search For Truth.

The Multitude Which Does Not Reduce Itself To Unity Is Confusion.

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

All The Excesses, All The Violence, And All The Vanity Of Great Men, Come From The Fact That They Know Not What They Are: It Being Difficult For Those Who Regard Themselves At Heart As Equal With All Men... For This It Is Necessary For One To Forget Himself, And To Believe That He Has Some Real Excellence Above Them, In Which Consists This Illusion That I Am Endeavoring To Discover To You.

There Are Plenty Of Maxims In The World; All That Remains Is To Apply Them.