Sickness Is Mankind's Greatest Defect.

Just As The Performance Of The Vilest And Most Wicked Deeds Requires Spirit And Talent, So Even The Greatest Demand A Certain Insensitivity Which Under Other Circumstances We Would Call Stupidity.

Here Take Back The Stuff That I Am, Nature, Knead It Back Into The Dough Of Being, Make Of Me A Bush, A Cloud, Whatever You Will, Even A Man, Only No Longer Make Me.

One Cannot Demand Of A Scholar That He Show Himself A Scholar Everywhere In Society, But The Whole Tenor Of His Behavior Must None The Less Betray The Thinker, He Must Always Be Instructive, His Way Of Judging A Thing Must Even In The Smallest Matters Be Such That People Can See What It Will Amount To When, Quietly And Self-collected, He Puts This Power To Scholarly Use.

All Mathematical Laws Which We Find In Nature Are Always Suspect To Me, In Spite Of Their Beauty. They Give Me No Pleasure. They Are Merely Auxiliaries. At Close Range It Is All Not True.

Perseverance Can Lend The Appearance Of Dignity And Grandeur To Many Actions, Just As Silence In Company Affords Wisdom And Apparent Intelligence To A Stupid Person.