Each Mind Has Its Own Method.

Many A Profound Genius, I Suppose, Who Fills The World With Fame Of His Exploding Renowned Errors, Is Yet Everyday Posed And Baffled By Trivial Questions At His Own Supper Table.

It Is True That Genius Takes Its Rise Out Of The Mountains Of Rectitude; That All Beauty And Power Which Men Covet Are Somehow Born Out Of That Alpine District; That Any Extraordinary Degree Of Beauty In Man Or Woman Involves A Moral Charm.

[d]ivine Providence... Keeps The Universe Open In Every Direction To The Soul.

No Law Can Be Sacred To Me But That Of My Nature.

Nature Ever Faithful Is To Such As Trust Her Faithfulness.