Behavior Is A Mirror In Which Every

All Theory, My Friend, Is Grey, But Green Is Life's Glad Golden Tree.

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

Know Thyself? If I Knew Myself I Would Run Away.

He Who Would Reproach An Author For Obscurity Should Look Into His Own Mind To See Whether It Is Quite Clear There. In The Dusk The Plainest Writing Is Illegible.

Help Me To Discover Thy Truth, O Lord, And Preserve Me From Those Who Have Already Found It