Superstition Is The Religion Of Feeble Minds.

The Individual Is Foolish; The Multitude, For The Moment Is Foolish, When They Act Without Deliberation; But The Species Is Wise, And, When Time Is Given To It, As A Species It Always Acts Right.

Art Is A Partnership Not Only Between Those Who Are Living But Between Those Who Are Dead And Those Who Are Yet To Be Born.

The First And Simplest Emotion Which We Discover In The Human Mind, Is Curiosity.

A Jealous Lover Lights His Torch From The Firebrand Of The Fiend.

Nothing, Indeed, But The Possession Of Some Power Can With Any Certainty Discover What At The Bottom Is The True Character Of Any Man.