Philosophy Is True Mother Of The Arts

This, Therefore, Is A Law Not Found In Books, But Written On The Fleshly Tablets Of The Heart, Which We Have Not Learned From Man, Received Or Read, But Which We Have Caught Up From Nature Herself, Sucked In And Imbibed; The Knowledge Of Which We Were Not Taught, But For Which We Were Made; We Received It Not By Education, But By Intuition.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

Can There Be Greater Foolishness Than The Respect You Pay To People Collectively When You Despise Them Individually?

As A Philosopher, I Have A Right To Ask For A Rational Explanation Of Religious Faith.

There Is No Being Of Any Race Who, If He Finds The Proper Guide, Cannot Attain To Virtue.