Man Believes Himself Always Greater Than He

Everyone Is Deceived In His Hopes, Cheated In His Expectations.

What Is The Path? There Is No Path. On Into The Unknown.

A Leaf That Is Destined To Grow Large Is Full Of Grooves And Wrinkles At The Start. Now If One Has No Patience And Wants It Smooth Offhand Like A Willow Leaf, There Is Trouble Ahead.

It Is Commonly The Personal Character Of A Writer Which Gives Him His Public Significance. It Is Not Imparted By His Genius. Napoleon Said Of Corneille, "were He Living I Would Make Him A King;" But He Did Not Read Him. He Read Racine, Yet He Said Nothing Of The Kind Of Racine.

Mediocrity Has No Greater Consolation Than In The Thought That Genius Is Not Immortal.