Scientific Truth Is Marvelous, But Moral Truth

New Constellations Of Truth Are Daily Discovered In The Firmament Of Knowledge, And New Stars Are Daily Shining Forth In Each Constellation.

On Entering This World Our Starting-point Is Ignorance. None, However, But Idiots Remain There.

To Pity Distress Is But Human; To Relieve It Is Godlike.

The Soul Of The Truly Benevolent Man Does Not Seem To Reside Much In His Own Body. Its Life, To A Great Extent, Is A Mere Reflex Of The Lives Of Others. It Migrates Into Their Bodies, And Identifying Its Existence With Their Existence, Finds Its Own Happiness In Increasing And Prolonging Their Pleasures, In Extinguishing Or Solacing Their Pains.

Where A Love Of Natural Beauty Has Been Cultivated, All Nature Becomes A Stupendous Gallery, As Much Superior In Form And In Coloring To The Choicest Collections Of Human Art, As The Heavens Are Broader And Loftier Than The Louvre Or The Vatican.