The Primary Notion I Hold To Be

The Once Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can.

If A Man Is Not Rising Upward To Be An Angel, Depend On It, He Is Sinking Downward To Be A Devil.

Motives Are Symptoms Of Weakness, And Supplements For The Deficient Energy Of The Living Principle, The Law Within Us. Let Them Then Be Reserved For Those Momentous Acts And Duties In Which The Strongest And Best-balanced Natures Must Feel Themselves Deficient, And Where Humility No Less Than Prudence Prescribes Deliberation.

General Principles... Are To The Facts As The Root And Sap Of A Tree To Its Leaves.

He Went Like One That Hath Been Stunn'd, And Is Of Sense Forlorn: A Sadder And A Wiser Man He Rose The Morrow Morn.