Words Are Mere Sound And Smoke, Dimming

To A Valet No Man Is A Hero.

If You Start To Think Of Your Physical And Moral Condition, You Usually Find That You Are Sick.

Even Dirt Glitters When The Sun Is Shining Upon It

I Could Never Have Known So Well How Paltry Men Are, And How Little They Care For Really High Aims, If I Had Not Tested Them By My Scientific Researches. Thus I Saw That Most Men Only Care For Science So Far As They Get A Living By It, And That They Worship Even Error When It Affords Them A Subsistence.

Does Not Man Lack The Force At The Very Point Where He Needs It Most? And When He Soars Upward In Joy, Or Sinks Down In Suffering, Is Not Checked In Both, Is He Not Returned Again To The Dull, Cold Sphere Of Awareness, Just When He Was Longing To Lose Himself In The Fullness Of The Infinite.