What The Inner Voice Says Will Not

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

The Greeks Put Us To Shame Not Only By Their Simplicity, Which Is Foreign To Our Age; They Are At The Same Time Our Rivals, Nay, Frequently Our Models, In Those Very Points Of Superiority From Which We Seek Comfort When Regretting The Unnatural Character Of Our Manners. We See That Remarkable People Uniting At Once Fullness Of Form And Fullness Of Substance, Both Philosophising And Creating, Both Tender And Energetic, Uniting A Youthful Fancy To The Virility Of Reason In A Glorious Humanity.