We Have More Than We Use.

A System-grinder Hates The Truth.

Little Minds Have Little Worries, Big Minds Have No Time For Worries.

Music Is The Poor Man's Parnassus.

The Soul Is The Perceiver And Revealer Of Truth. We Know Truth When We See It, Let Skeptic And Scoffer Say What They Choose ... We Distinguish The Announcements Of The Soul, Its Manifestations Of Its Own Nature, By The Term Revelation. These Are Always Attended By The Emotion Of The Sublime. For This Communication Is An Influx Of The Divine Mind Into Our Mind. It Is An Ebb Of The Individual Rivulet Before The Flowing Surges Of The Sea Of Life. Every Distinct Apprehension Of This Central Commandment Agitates Men With Awe And Delight.

It Is Impossible For A Man To Be Cheated By Anyone But Himself.