Every Man Bears Something Within Him That,

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.

Since I Have Heard Often Enough That Everyone In The End Has His Own Religion, Nothing Seemed More Natural To Me Than To Fashion My Own.

It Is So Hard That One Cannot Really Have Confidence In Doctors And Yet Cannot Do Without Them.

Piety, Like Nobility, Has Its Aristocracy.

Unrest And Uncertainty Are Our Lot.