Whatever Does Not Kill Me Makes Me

I Love Him Whose Soul Is So Overfull That He Forgetteth Himself, And All Things Are In Him: Thus All Things Become His Down-going.

Blessed Are The Forgetful: For They Get The Better Even Of Their Blunders.

One Who Has Given Up Any Hope Of Winning A Fight Or Has Clearly Lost It Wants His Style In Fighting To Be Admired All The More.

The Value Of A Thing Sometimes Lies Not In What One Attains With It, But In What One Pays For It - What It Costs Us

Against The Censurers Of Brevity. - Something Said Briefly Can Be The Fruit Of Much Long Thought: But The Reader Who Is A Novice In This Field, And Has As Yet Reflected On It Not At All, Sees In Everything Said Briefly Something Embryonic, Not Without Censuring The Author For Having Served Him Up Such Immature And Unripened Fare.