In Each Of Us There Dwells A

There Is No Question That The Language Of "felt Thought" Must Be Quarried From Our Personal Depths. Like The Best Gold, It Does Not Lie On The Surface.

The Love Of Americans For Their Country Is Not An Indulgent, It Is An Exacting And Chastising Love; They Cannot Tolerate Its Defects.

A Single Idea, If It Is Right, Saves Us The Labor Of An Infinity Of Experiences.

The Act Of Philosophizing Involves The Character Of The Philosopher.

Things Are Opaque To Us, And We Are Opaque To Ourselves.