The Mass Are Animal, In Pupilage, And

Every Man's Nature Is A Sufficient Advertisement To Him Of The Character Of His Fellows.

Proverbs, Like The Sacred Books Of Each Nation, Are The Sanctuary Of The Intuitions. That Which The Droning World, Chained To Appearances, Will Not Allow The Realist To Say In His Own Words, It Will Suffer Him To Say In Proverbs Without Contradiction.

Men Grind And Grind In The Mill Of A Truism, And Nothing Comes Out But What Was Put In. But The Moment They Desert The Tradition For A Spontaneous Thought, Then Poetry, Wit, Hope, Virtue, Learning, Anecdote, And All Flock To Their Aid.

Use What Language You Will, You Can Never Say Anything But What You Are.

Every Mind Is Different; And The More It Is Unfolded, The More Pronounced Is That Difference.