He Is Only Rich Who Owns The

Thought Makes Everything Fit For Use.

When The Gods Come Among Men, They Are Not Known.

He Cumbers Himself Never About Consequences, About Interests; He Gives An Independent, Genuine Verdict. You Must Court Him: He Does Not Court You. But The Man Is, As It Were, Clapped Into Jail By His Consciousness.

Truth, And Goodness, And Beauty, Are But Different Faces Of The Same All

A Man Should Carry Nature In His Head.