As The Interest Of Man, So His

The Proportion Of Genius To The Vulgar Is Like One To A Million.

Every Man Has His Devilish Minutes.

Who, In The Midst Of Just Provocation To Anger, Instantly Finds The Fit Word Which Settles All Around Him In Silence Is More Than Wise Or Just; He Is, Were He A Beggar, Of More Than Royal Blood, He Is Of Celestial Descent.

Loudness Is Impotence.

Who Has Witnessed One Free And Unconstrained Act Of Yours, Has Witnessed All.