Reading The Morning Newspaper Is The Realist's

It Is A Matter Of Perfect Indifference Where A Thing Originated; The Only Question Is: Is It True In And For Itself?

The Soul Is Presupposed As A Ready-made Agent, Which Displays Such Features As Its Acts And Utterances, From Which We Can Learn What It Is, What Sort Of Faculties And Powers It Possesses -- All Without Being Aware That The Act And Utterance Of What The Soul Is Really Invests It With That Character In Our Conception And Makes It Reach A Higher Stage Of Being Than It Explicitly Had Before.

History Teaches Us That Man Learns Nothing From History

The History Of The World Is Not The Theatre Of Happiness. Periods Of Happiness Are Blank Pages In It, For They Are Periods Of Harmony--periods When The Antithesis Is In Abeyance.

No Man Is A Hero To His Valet De Chamber