We Moderns Do Not Believe In Demigods,

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.

Nothing Under The Sun Is Accidental, Least Of All That Of Which The Intention Is So Clearly Evident.

The Search For Truth Is More Precious Than Its Possession.

Would That We Could At Once Paint With The Eyes! In The Long Way From The Eye Through The Arm To The Pencil, How Much Is Lost!

A Single Grateful Thought Toward Heaven Is The Most Perfect Prayer.