Men Still Have To Be Governed By

There Is Something In Our Minds Like Sunshine And The Weather, Which Is Not Under Our Control. When I Write, The Best Things Come To Me From I Know Not Where.

Diogenes, Filthily Attired, Paced Across The Splendid Carpets In Plato's Dwelling. Thus, Said He, Do I Trample On The Pride Of Plato. Yes, Plato Replied, But Only With Another Kind Of Pride.

Imagine The World So Greatly Magnified That Particles Of Light Look Like Twenty-four-pound Cannon Balls.

Man Is To Be Found In Reason, God In The Passions.

Doubt Everything At Least Once, Even The Sentence "two Times Two Is Four."