The Essence Of Greatness Is Neglect Of

Truth Only Smells Sweet Forever, And Illusions, However Innocent, Are Deadly As The Canker Worm.

I Scarcely Know A Professional Man I Can Like, And Certainly Not One Who Has Been What The World Calls Successful, That I Should The Least Wish To Resemble.

I Would Sooner Perish For Ever Than Stoop Down Before A Being Who May Have Power To Crush Me, But Whom My Heart Forbids Me To Reverence.

The Providence That Watches Over The Affairs Of Men Works Out Of Their Mistakes, At Times, A Healthier Issue Than Could Have Been Accomplished By Their Wisest Forethought.

We Enter The World Alone, We Leave It Alone.