The World Is His Who

Perception Is A Mirror Not A Fact. And What I Look On Is My State Of Mind, Reflected Outward.

There Is No Eloquence Without A Man Behind It.

Every Man's Nature Is A Sufficient Advertisement To Him Of The Character Of His Fellows.

Something Is Wanting To Science Until It Has Been Humanised.

In The Sublimest Flights Of The Soul, Rectitude Is Never Surmounted, Love Is Never Outgrown.