One Should Never Know Too Precisely Whom

The Great End Of Art Is To Strike The Imagination With The Power Of A Soul That Refuses To Admit Defeat Even In The Midst Of A Collapsing World.

The Magnitude Of A Progress Is Gauged By The Greatness Of The Sacrifice That It Requires.

Once You Were Apes, Yet Even Now Man Is More Of An Ape Than Any Of The Apes.

Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.

Whoever Despises Himself Nonetheless Respects Himself As One Who Despises.