Wisdom Is Only Found In Truth.

The Thought Of Death Leaves Me In Perfect Peace, For I Have A Firm Conviction That Our Spirit Is A Being Of Indestructible Nature; It Works On From Eternity To Eternity, It Is Like The Sun, Which Though It Seems To Set To Our Mortal Eyes, Does Not Really Set, But Shines On Perpetually.

As All Nature's Thousands Changes But One Changeless God Proclaim; So In Art's Wide Kingdom Ranges One Sole Meaning Still The Same: This Is Truth, Eternal Reason, Which From Beauty Takes Its Dress, And Serene Through Time And Season Stands Aye In Loveliness.

The Man With Insight Enough To Admit His Limitations Comes Nearest To Perfection.

The History Of Science Is Science Itself; The History Of The Individual, The Individual.

You Must Be Either The Servant Or The Master, The Hammer Or The Anvil.