By Thought I Embrace The Universe.

Flies Are So Mighty That They Win Battles, Paralyse Our Minds, Eat Up Our Bodies.

All Men's Miseries Derive From Not Being Able To Sit In A Quiet Room Alone.

I Can Readily Conceive Of A Man Without Hands Or Feet; And I Could Conceive Of Him Without A Head, If Experience Had Not Taught Me That By This He Thinks, Thought Then, Is The Essence Of Man, And Without This We Cannot Conceive Of Him.

The Only Shame Is To Have None.

Vanity Is So Secure In The Heart Of Man That Everyone Wants To Be Admired: Even I Who Write This, And You Who Read This.