The Laws Of Conscience, Which We Pretend

Wonder Is The Foundation Of All Philosophy, Inquiry The Progress, Ignorance The End.

What Of A Truth That Is Bounded By These Mountains And Is Falsehood To The World That Lives Beyond?

I Honor Most Those To Whom I Show Least Honor; And Where My Soul Moves With Great Alacrity, I Forget The Proper Steps Of Ceremony.

So It Is With Minds. Unless You Keep Them Busy With Some Definite Subject That Will Bridle And Control Them, They Throw Themselves In Disorder Hither And Yon In The Vague Field Of Imagination... And There Is No Mad Or Idle Fancy That They Do Not Bring Forth In The Agitation.

Wisdom Has Its Excesses, And Has No Less Need Of Moderation Than Folly.