Great Passions Are Incurable Diseases.

A Great Scholar Is Seldom A Great Philosopher.

Sweet Moonlight, Shining Full And Clear, Why Do You Light My Torture Here? How Often Have You Seen Me Toil, Burning Last Drops Of Midnight Oil. On Books And Papers As I Read, My Friend, Your Mournful Light You Shed. If Only I Could Flee This Den And Walk The Mountain-tops Again, Through Moonlit Meadows Make My Way, In Mountain Caves With Spirits Play - Released From Learning's Musty Cell, Your Healing Dew Would Make Me Well!

Our Senses Don't Deceive Us: Our Judgment Does

A Distracted Existence Leads Us To No Goal

All Ages Have Said And Repeated That One Should Strive To Know One's Self. This Is A Strange Demand Which No One Up To Now Has Measured Up To And, Strictly Considered, No One Should. With All Their Study And Effort, People Are Directed To What Is Outside, To The World About Them, And They Are Kept Busy Coming To Know This And To Master It To The Extent That Their Purposes Require. . . . How Can You Come To Know Yourself? Never By Thinking, Always By Doing. Try To Do Your Duty, And You'll Know Right Away What You Amount To. And What Is Your Duty? Whatever The Day Calls For.