When I Make A Mistake

What Sort Of Faults May We Retain, Nay, Even Cherish In Ourselves? Those Faults Which Are Rather Pleasant Than Offensive To Others.

We Are Never Further From What We Wish Than When We Believe That We Have What We Wished For.

The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

If You Wish To Advance Into The Infinite, Explore The Finite In All Directions.

A Noble Soul Alone Can Noble Souls Attract; And Knows Alone, As Ye, To Hold Them.