Few Men Are Admired By

Intelligence Is Required To Be Able To Know That A Man Knows Not.

We Are All Patchwork, And So Shapeless And Diverse In Composition That Each Bit, Each Moment, Plays Its Own Game.

The Beautiful Souls Are They That Are Universal, Open, And Ready For All Things.

The Man Who Thinks He Knows Does Not Yet Know What Knowing Is

What Kind Of Truth Is This Which Is True On One Side Of A Mountain And False On The Other?