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There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.

All I Need Is A Sheet Of Paper And Something To Write With, And Then I Can Turn The World Upside Down.

The Less Men Are Fettered By Tradition, The Greater Becomes The Inward Activity Of Their Motives, And Greater Again In Proportion To Their Outer Restlessness.

In Constructing Concepts, We Overlook The Fact That No Two Things Are The Same. There Is No Such Thing As The Concept Of A Leaf, Only Billions And Billions Of Leaves.

The Existence Of Forgetting Has Never Been Proved: We Only Know That Some Things Don't Come To Mind When We Want Them.