Everything Is Self-evident.

The Only Thing We Have Power Over In The Universe Is Our Own Thoughts.

Perfect Numbers Like Perfect Men Are Very Rare.

The Senses Deceive From Time To Time, And It Is Prudent Never To Trust Wholly Those Who Have Deceived Us Even Once.

An Optimist May See A Light Where There Is None, But Why Must The Pessimist Always Run To Blow It Out?

Before Examining This More Carefully And Investigating Its Consequences, I Want To Dwell For A Moment In The Contemplation Of God, To Ponder His Attributes In Me, To See, Admire, And Adore The Beauty Of His Boundless Light, Insofar As My Clouded Insight Allows. Believing That The Supreme Happiness Of The Other Life Consists Wholly Of The Contemplation Of Divine Greatness, I Now Find That Through Less Perfect Contemplation Of The Same Sort I Can Gain The Greatest Joy Available In This Life.