The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was

I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

A Merely Fallen Enemy May Rise Again, But The Reconciled One Is Truly Vanquished.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

Individual Character Is In The Right That Is In Strict Consistence With Itself. Self-contradiction Is The Only Wrong.