Man Governs Himself More By Impulse Than

Our Soul Is Cast Into A Body, Where It Finds Number, Time, Dimension. Thereupon It Reasons, And Calls This Nature Necessity, And Can Believe Nothing Else.

May God Never Abandon Me.

A Mere Trifle Consoles Us, For A Mere Trifle Distresses Us.

The Stream Is Always Purer At Its Source.

When Everyone Is Moving Towards Depravity, No One Seems To Be Moving, But If Someone Stops He Shows Up The Others Who Are Rushing On, By Acting As A Fixed Point.