Each Mind Has Its Own Method. A

The One Thing In The World, Of Value, Is The Active Soul

I Dip My Pen In The Blackest Ink, Because I'm Not Afraid Of Falling Into My Inkpot.

This Book Of Montaigne The World Has Endorsed By Translating It Into All Tongues.

If The Stars Should Appear One Night In A Thousand Years, How Would Men Believe And Adore; And Preserve For Many Generations The Remembrance Of The City Of God Which Had Been Shown! But Every Night Come Out These Envoys Of Beauty, And Light The Universe With Their Admonishing Smile.

We Are The Prisoners Of Ideas.