If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue,

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

Education Should Bring To Light The Ideal Of The Individual.

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.