The Easy, Gentle, And Sloping Path .

To Understand Via The Heart Is Not To Understand.

No One But Yourself Knows Whether You Are Cowardly And Cruel, Or Loyal And Devout; Others Do Not See You; They Surmise You By Uncertain Conjectures; They Perceive Not So Much Your Nature As Your Art.

The Dispersing And Scattering Our Names Into Many Mouths, We Call Making Them More Great.

I See Several Animals That Live So Entire And Perfect A Life, Some Without Sight, Others Without Hearing: Who Knows Whether To Us Also One, Two, Or Three, Or Many Other Senses, May Not Be Wanting?

You Have Your Face Bare; I Am All Face.