Few Are Made For Independence, It Is

The Less Men Are Fettered By Tradition, The Greater Becomes The Inward Activity Of Their Motives, And Greater Again In Proportion To Their Outer Restlessness.

At Bottom Every Man Knows Well Enough That He Is A Unique Being, Only Once On This Earth; And By No Extraordinary Chance Will Such A Marvelously Picturesque Piece Of Diversity In Unity As He Is, Ever Be Put Together A Second Time.

What Do You Plan To Do In The Land Of The Sleepers? You Have Been Floating In A Sea Of Solitude, And The Sea Has Borne You Up. At Long Last, Are You Ready For Dry Land? Are You Ready To Drag Yourself Ashore?

My Time Has Not Yet Come Either; Some Are Born Posthumously.

The Vain.- We Are Like Shop Windows In Which We Are Continually Arranging, Concealing Or Illuminating The Supposed Qualities Other Ascribe To Us - In Order To Deceive Ourselves.