Self-love Is An Instrument Useful But Dangerous;

There Is No Subjection So Perfect As That Which Keeps The Appearance Of Freedom.

The More Humanity Owes Him, The More Society Denies Him. Every Door Is Shut Against Him, Even When He Has A Right To Its Being Opened: And If He Ever Obtains Justice, It Is With Much Greater Difficulty Than Others Obtain Favors.

Abstaining So As Really To Enjoy, Is The Epicurism, The Very Perfection, Of Reason.

The One Thing We Do Not Know Is The Limit Of The Knowable.

Teach Him To Live Rather Than To Avoid Death: Life Is Not Breath, But Action, The Use Of Our Senses, Our Mind, Our Faculties, Every Part Of Ourselves Which Makes Us Conscious Of Our Being. Life Consists Less In Length Of Days Than In The Keen Sense Of Living. A Man Maybe Buried At A Hundred And May Never Have Lived At All. He Would Have Fared Better Had He Died Young.