The Fruit Derived From Labor Is The

Despair Is The Greatest Of Our Errors.

I Do Not Approve The Maxim Which Desires A Man To Know A Little Of Everything. Superficial Knowledge, Knowledge Without Principles, Is Almost Always Useless And Sometimes Harmful Knowledge.

It Is Easy To Criticize An Author, But Difficult To Appreciate Him.

Conscience, The Organ Of Feeling Which Dominates Us And Of The Opinions Which Rule Us, Is Presumptuous In The Strong, Timid In The Weak And Unfortunate, Uneasy In The Undecided.

Despair Exaggerates Not Only Our Misery But Also Our Weakness.