It's Actually The Spirit Helping The Spirit;

Do You Think That It Is Possible To Have A Mere Taste Of Commonness? Either One Hates It Or Makes Common Cause With It.

Genius Resembles A Bell; In Order To Ring It Must Be Suspended Into Pure Air, And When A Foreign Body Touches It, Its Joyful Toneis Silenced.

The Sun Of A Prince's Good Graces Resembles That In The Skies In That It Shines Most Kindly Upon The Blackest People.

From A Distance The Rushing Of The Torrent Delights And Uplifts Us, But It Rocks Us In A Flimsy Boat, We Are Overwhelmed By Despair. The Same Applies To Danger.

Caution Is The Daughter Of Circumspection, But She Tends To Outgrow Her Mother.