He Who Desires Solitude Is

Nature Is Often Hidden, Sometimes Overcome, Seldom Extinguished.

Take An Arrow, And Hold It In Flame For The Space Of Ten Pulses, And When It Cometh Forth You Shall Find Those Parts Of The Arrow Which Were On The Outsides Of The Flame More Burned, Blacked, And Turned Almost To Coal, Whereas The Midst Of The Flame Will Be As If The Fire Had Scarce Touched It. This Is An Instance Of Great Consequence For The Discovery Of The Nature Of Flame; And Sheweth Manifestly, That Flame Burneth More Violently Towards The Sides Than In The Midst.

Acorns Were Good Until Bread Was Found.

If I Sit And Daydream, The Images Rush By Like A Succession Of Colored Slides.

The Lame Man Who Keeps The Right Road Outstrips The Runner Who Takes The Wrong One.