Men Hate Those To Whom

Philosophy Is The Microscope Of Thought. Everything Desires To Flee From It, But Nothing Escapes It.

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act. Folded Arms Work, Closed Hands Perform, A Gaze Fixed On Heaven Is A Toil.

Fashions Have Done More Harm Than Revolutions.

A Republic May Be Called The Climate Of Civilization.

Strong And Rare Natures Are Thus Created; Misery, Almost Always A Stepmother, Is Sometimes A Mother; Privation Gives Birth To Power Of Soul And Mind; Distress Is The Nurse Of Self-respect; Misfortune Is A Good Breast For Great Souls.