It Is Not He Who Searches For

Speech Is External Thought, And Thought Internal Speech.

Gold Like The Sun, Which Melts Wax, But Hardens Clay, Expands Great Souls.

Obtuseness Is Sometimes A Virtue.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

It Is Not He Who Searches For Praise Who Finds It.