Genius In General Is Poetic. Where Genius

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

There Is An Energy Which Springs From Sickness And Debility: It Has A More Powerful Effect Than The Real, But, Sadly, Expires In An Even Greater Infirmity.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

To Know A Truth Well, One Must Have Fought It Out.

The History Of Every Individual Man Should Be A Bible.