The Courage We Desire And Prize Is

What Is Philosophy But A Continual Battle Against Custom?

There Is So Much Data Available To Us, But Most Data Won't Help Us Succeed.

No Person Was Every Rightly Understood Until They Had Been First Regarded With A Certain Feeling, Not Of Tolerance, But Of Sympathy.

A Word Spoken In Season, At The Right Moment; Is The Mother Of Ages.

Generations Are As The Days Of Toilsome Mankind; Death And Birth Are The Vesper And The Matin Bells That Summon Mankind To Sleep And To Rise Refreshed For New Advancement. What The Father Has Made, The Son Can Make And Enjoy; But Has Also Work Of His Own Appointed Him. Thus All Things Wax And Roll Onwards: Arts, Establishments, Opinions, Nothing Is Ever Completed, But Ever Completing.