There Is A Nobility In The World

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

The World's History Is The World's Judgment.