What You See, But Can't See Over

There Is A Great Discovery Still To Be Made In Literature, That Of Paying Literary Men By The Quantity They Do Not Write.

To The Wisest Man, Wide As Is His Vision. Nature Remains Of Quite Infinite Depth, Of Quite Infinite Expansion And All Experience Thereof Limits Itself To Some Few Computed Centuries And Measured Square Miles.

Acorns Are Planted Silently By Some Unnoticed Breeze.

A Man Without A Goal Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder.

The Devil Has His Elect.