We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature,

Time Is A Strange Thing. It Is A Whimsical Tyrant, Which In Every Century Has A Different Face For All That One Says And Does.

The Day Of Fortune Is Like A Harvest Day, We Must Be Busy When The Corn Is Ripe. [ger., Ein Tag Der Gunst Ist Wie Ein Tag Der Ernte, Man Muss Geschaftig Sein Sobald Sie Reift.]

Too Rigid Scruples Are Concealed Pride.

If You Want Someone To Develop A Specific Trait, Treat Them As Though They Already Had It.

I Have Observed That As Long As One Lives And Bestirs Himself, He Can Always Find Food And Raiment, Though It May Not Be Of The Choicest Description.