Memory... Is An Internal Rumor.

Experience Seems To Most Of Us To Lead To Conclusions, But Empiricism Has Sworn Never To Draw Them.

Those Who Speak Most Of Progress Measure It By Quantity And Not By Quality.

Our Character ... Is An Omen Of Our Destiny, And The More Integrity We Have And Keep, The Simpler And Nobler That Destiny Is Likely To Be.

One's Friends Are That Part Of The Human Race With Which One Can Be Human.

To Understand Oneself Is The Classic Form Of Consolation; To Elude Oneself Is The Romantic.