It Is Not I Who Die, When

I Know Not Whether There Exists Such A Thing As A Coin Stamped With A Pair Of Pinions; But I Wish This Were The Device Which Monarchs Put Upon Their Dollars And Ducats, To Show That Riches Make To Themselves Wings, And Fly Away.

The True Value Of Man Is Not Determined By His Possession, Supposed Or Real, Of Truth, But Rather By His Sincere Exertion To Get To The Truth. It Is Not Possession Of Truth By Which He Extends His Powers And In Which His Ever-growing Perfectability Is To Be Found. Possession Makes One Passive, Indolent And Proud. If God Were To Hold All Truth Concealed In His Right Hand, And In His Left Only The Steady And Diligent Drive For Truth, Albeit With The Proviso That I Would Always And Forever Err In The Process, And To Offer Me The Choice, I Would With All Humility Take The Left Hand.

Well Was It Said By A Man Of Sagacity That Dancing Was A Sort Of Privileged And Reputable Folly, And That The Best Way To Be Convinced Of This Was To Close The Ears And Judge Of It By The Eyes Alone.

A Heretic Is A Man Who Sees With His Own Eyes

He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over Certain Things Has No Wits To Lose.