My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented

Failure Is, In A Sense, The Highway To Success.

I Myself Am Pursuing The Same Instinctive Course As The Veriest Human Animal You Can Think Of I Am, However Young, Writing At Random Straining At Particles Of Light In The Midst Of A Great Darkness Without Knowing The Bearing Of Any One Assertion, Of Any One Opinion. Yet May I Not In This Be Free From Sin?

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.

But The Rose Leaves Herself Upon The Brier, For Winds To Kiss And Grateful Bees To Feed.