Misanthropy Is A Suit Of Armor Lined

Genius Points The Way, Talent Takes It.

Whoever Prefers The Material Comforts Of Life Over Intellectual Wealth Is Like The Owner Of A Palace Who Moves Into The Servants’ Quarters And Leaves The Sumptuous Rooms Empty.

In Meeting Again After A Separation, Acquaintances Ask After Our Outward Life, Friends After Our Inner Life.

Whenever Two Good People Argue Over Principles, They Are Both Right.

The Little Bit Of Truth Contained In Many A Lie Is What Makes Them So Terrible.