To See The World Is To Judge

I Do Not Call Reason That Brutal Reason Which Crushes With Its Weight What Is Holy And Sacred, That Malignant Reason Which Delights In The Errors It Succeeds In Discovering, That Unfeeling And Scornful Reason Which Insults Credulity.

The Simple-hearted And Sincere Never Do More Than Half Deceive Themselves.

Men Have Torn Up The Roads Which Led To Heaven, And Which All The World Followed; Now We Have To Make Our Own Ladders.

To Be Capable Of Respect Is Almost As Rare As To Be Worthy Of It.

What Can One Possibly Introduce Into A Mind That Is Already Full, And Full Of Itself?