Doubt Whom You Will, But Never Yourself.

Bad Taste Is A Species Of Bad Morals.

An Illusion Dissipated Is An Experience Gained.

A Failure Establishes Only This, That Our Determination To Succeed Was Not Strong Enough.

What A Position Of Transcendent Horror Must That Be, Where The Perpetrator Of A Great Crime, Till Then A Stranger To Positive Guilt, Finds Himself Suddenly Cut Off, And Forever, From All Human Sympathy, Isolated From Hope, The Tenant Of A Solitary Cell, And With A Wide, Impassable Gulf Yawning Between Him And That Great Brotherhood Of Which He Has Ceased To Be A Part--no Longer Regarded As A Man, But As A Monster In The Shape Of One, From Whom Mercy Herself Turns Away, And For Whom Pity Even Has No Tears!

Galileo Called Doubt The Father Of Invention; It Is Certainly The Pioneer.