The Intelligent Man Finds Almost Everything Ridiculous,

When We See The Many Grave-stones Which Have Fallen In, Which Have Been Defaced By The Footsteps Of The Congregation, Which Lie Buried Under The Ruins Of The Churches, That Have Themselves Crumbled Together Over Them; We May Fancy The Life After Death To Be As A Second Life, Into Which Man Enters In The Figure, Or The Picture Or The Inscription, And Lives Longer There Than When He Was Really Alive. But This Figure Also, This Second Existence, Dies Out Too, Sooner Or Later. Time Will Not Allow Himself To Be Cheated Of His Rights With The Monuments Of Men Or With Themselves.

Solitude Is Fine When You Are At Peace With Yourself And Have Something Definite To Do.

One Man's Word Is No Man's Word; We Should Quietly Hear Both Sides.

What You Can Do, Or Think You Can, Begin It.

Confronted By Outstanding Merit, There Is No Way Of Saving One's Ego Except By Love