Everything Which Is, Is Thought, But Not

Action Is Coarsened Thought; Thought Becomes Concrete, Obscure, And Unconscious.

I Can Find No Words For What I Feel. My Consciousness Is Withdrawn Into Itself; I Hear My Heart Beating, And My Life Passing. It Seems To Me That I Have Become A Statue On The Banks Of The River Of Time, That I Am The Spectator Of Some Mystery, And Shall Issue From It Old, Or No Longer Capable Of Age.

Only Evil Grows Of Itself, While For Goodness We Want Effort And Courage.

The Masses Are The Material Of Democracy, But Its Form-that Is To Say, The Laws Which Express The General Reason, Justice, And Utility-can Only Be Rightly Shaped By Wisdom, Which Is By No Means A Universal Property.

The Test Of Every Religious, Political, Or Educational System Is The Man That It Forms.