If Poverty Makes Man Groan, He Yawns

It Is Not He Who Searches For Praise Who Finds It.

Opinions, Theories, And Systems Pass By Turns Over The Grindstone Of Time, Which At First Gives Them Brilliancy And Sharpness, But Finally Wears Them Out.

Speech Is External Thought, And Thought Internal Speech.

Poverty Treads Close Upon The Heels Of Great And Unexpected Wealth.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.