The Rabble Also Vent Their Rage In

Only By Joy And Sorrow Does A Person Know Anything About Themselves And Their Destiny. They Learn What To Do And What To Avoid.

Democracy Does Not Race, It Reaches The Finish Slowly But Surely.

The One Who Acts Is Always Without Conscience; Nobody Has A Conscience But The Contemplative Person.

Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

The Artist May Be Well Advised To Keep His Work To Himself Till It Is Completed, Because No One Can Readily Help Him Or Advise Him With It... But The Scientist Is Wiser Not To Withhold A Single Finding Or A Single Conjecture From Publicity.