Imagination Decides Everything.

That A Religion May Be True, It Must Have Knowledge Of Our Nature.

Man Is But A Reed, The Most Feeble Thing In Nature, But He Is A Thinking Reed.

I Bring You The Gift Of These Four Words: I Believe In You.

You Always Admire What You Really Don't Understand.

We Do Not Rest Satisfied With The Present.... So Imprudent We Are That We Wander In The Times Which Are Not Ours And Do Not Thinkof The Only One Which Belongs To Us; And So Idle Are We That We Dream Of Those Times Which Are No More And Thoughtlessly Overlook That Which Alone Exists. For The Present Is Generally Painful To Us.