What Sort Of God Would It Be,

I Have Possessed That Heart, That Noble Soul, In Whose Presence I Seemed To Be More Than I Really Was, Because I Was All That I Could Be.

Against Criticism A Man Can Neither Protest Nor Defend Himself; He Must Act In Spite Of It, And Then It Will Gradually Yield To Him.

Blood Is A Juice Of Rarest Quality. [ger., Blut Ist Ein Ganz Beondrer Saft.]

Were Not The Eye Made To Receive The Rays Of The Sun, It Could Not Behold The Sun; If The Peculiar Power Of God Lay Not In Us, How Could The Godlike Charm Us?

Insofar As He Makes Use Of His Healthy Senses, Man Himself Is The Best And Most Exact Scientific Instrument Possible. The Greatest Misfortune Of Modern Physics Is That Its Experiments Have Been Set Apart From Man, As It Were, Physics Refuses To Recognize Nature In Anything Not Shown By Artificial Instruments, And Even Uses This As A Measure Of Its Accomplishments.