Our Foibles Are Really What Make Us

Every Bird Has Its Decoy, And Every Man Is Led And Misled In His Own Peculiar Way.

Everything Is Both Simpler Than We Can Imagine And More Entangled Than We Can Conceive.

I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me Without Augmenting Or Directly Invigorating My Activity.

Nature Knows No Pause In Progress And Development, And Attaches Her Curse On All Inaction.

Chess Is The Touchstone Of Intellect.