We Rich Men Count Our Felicity And

For The Mind Does Not Require Filling Like A Bottle, But Rather, Like Wood, It Only Requires Kindling To Create In It An Impulse To Think Independently And An Ardent Desire For The Truth.

Fate, However, Is To All Appearance More Unavoidable Than Unexpected.

Prosperity Has This Property, It Puffs Up Narrow Souls, Makes Them Imagine Themselves High And Mighty, And Look Down Upon The World With Contempt; But A Truly Noble And Resolved Spirit Appears Greatest In Distress, And Then Becomes More Bright And Conspicuous.

Pythagoras, When He Was Asked What Time Was, Answered That It Was The Soul Of This World.

The Great God Pan Is Dead.