The Policy Of Adapting One's Self To

Thousands Are Hated, While None Are Loved Without A Real Cause

Habit Is Altogether Too Arbitrary A Master For Me To Submit To.

Each Particle Of Matter Is An Immensity, Each Leaf A World, Each Insect An Inexplicable Compendium.

Not Every One Who Has The Gift Of Speech Understands The Value Of Silence.

The Mingled Incentives Which Lead To Action Are Often Too Subtle And Lie Too Deep For Us To Analyze.