Reason Is Feminine In Nature; It Can

The Common Man Is Not Concerned About The Passage Of Time, The Man Of Talent Is Driven By It.

It Is With Trifles, And When He Is Off Guard, That A Man Best Reveals His Character.

Each Day Is A Little Life: Every Waking And Rising A Little Birth, Every Fresh Morning A Little Youth, Every Going To Rest And Sleep A Little Death.

A Man Becomes A Philosopher By Reason Of A Certain Perplexity, From Which He Seeks To Free Himself.

The Heavy Armor Becomes The Light Dress Of Childhood; The Pain Is Brief, The Joy Unending.