Wisdom Has Its Root In

Happy The Man Who Never Puts On A Face, But Receives Every Visitor With That Countenance He Has On.

What Goes On Around You... Compares Little With What Goes On Inside You.

When I Walk Up The Piazza Of Santa Croce I Feel As If It Were Not A Florentine Nor An European Church But A Church Built By And For The Human Race.

'tis A Superstition To Insist On A Special Diet. All Is Made At Last Of The Same Chemical Atoms.

How We Hate This Solemn Ego That Accompanies The Learned, Like A Double, Wherever He Goes.