The Finite Human Being Shall Never Know

Not To Have Control Over The Senses Is Like Sailing In A Rudderless Ship, Bound To Break To Pieces On Coming In Contact With The Very First Rock.

I Claim That In Losing The Spinning Wheel We Lost Our Left Lung. We Are, Therefore, Suffering From Galloping Consumption. The Restoration Of The Wheel Arrests The Progress Of The Fell Disease.

In Man, Reason Quickens And Guides Feelings; In Brute, The Soul Lies Ever Dormant.

A Man's True Wealth Hereafter Is The Good He Has Done To His Fellowmen.

Honesty Is Incompatible With Amassing A Large Fortune.