Man Can Only Endure A Certain Degree

One Always Has Time Enough, If One Will Apply It Well.

Woe To Falsehood! It Affords No Relief To The Breast, Like Truth; It Gives Us No Comfort, Pains Him Who Forges It, And Like An Arrow Directed By A God Flies Back And Wounds The Archer.

Progress Has Not Followed A Straight Ascending Line, But A Spiral With Rhythms Of Progress And Retrogression, Of Evolution And Dissolution.

Every Idea Appears At First As A Strange Visitor, And When It Begins To Be Realized, It Is Hardly Distinguishable From Fantasy.

Traveling Is Like Gambling: It Is Always Connected With Winning And Losing And Generally Where It Is Least Expected We Receive, More Or Less Than What We Hoped For.