All Our Dignity Lies In Our Thoughts.

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

The Mind Of The Greatest Man On Earth Is Not So Independent Of Circumstances As Not To Feel Inconvenienced By The Merest Buzzing Noise About Him; It Does Not Need The Report Of A Cannon To Disturb His Thoughts. The Creaking Of A Vane Or A Pully Is Quite Enough. Do Not Wonder That He Reasons Ill Just Now; A Fly Is Buzzing By His Ear; It Is Quite Enough To Unfit Him For Giving Good Counsel.

Man Is But A Reed, The Most Feeble Thing In Nature, But He Is A Thinking Reed.

We Make An Idol Of Truth Itself; For Truth Apart From Charity Is Not God, But His Image And Idol, Which We Must Neither Love Nor Worship.

Nature Is An Infinite Sphere Of Which The Center Is Everywhere And The Circumference Nowhere.