The Sun Illuminates Only The Eye Of

Solitude Is Naught And Society Is Naught. Alternate Them And The Good Of Each Is Seen.

Thought Is The Seed Of Action; But Action Is As Much Its Second Form As Thought Is Its First. It Rises In Thought, To The End That It May Be Uttered And Acted. Always In Proportion To The Depth Of Its Sense Does It Knock Importunately At The Gates Of The Soul, To Be Spoken, To Be Done.

The Soul Knows No Persons.

Who Shall Set A Limit To The Influence Of A Human Being?

I Do Then With My Friends As I Do With My Books. I Would Have Them Where I Can Find Them, But I Seldom Use Them.