Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That

I Have Done What I Could Do In Life, And If I Could Not Do Better, I Did Not Deserve It. In Vain I Have Tried To Step Beyond What Bound Me.

The Value Of Ourselves Is But The Value Of Our Melancholy And Our Disquiet.

If The Bee Disappeared Off The Face Of The Earth, Man Would Only Have Four Years Left To Live.

We Are Never The Same With Others As When We Are Alone. We Are Different, Even When We Are In The Dark With Them.

At Every Crossway On The Path That Leads To The Future, Each Progressive Spirit Is Opposed By A Thousand Men Appointed To Guard The Past. Let Us Have No Fear That The Fair Towers Of Former Days Be Sufficiently Defended. The Least That The Most Timid Among Us Can Do Is Not To Add To The Immense Dead Weight That Nature Drags Along.