The errors of the observer come from the qualities of the human mind.

How marvelous, wide and broad is my Inheritance! Time is my property, my estate is time.

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.

The suffering may be moral or physical; and in my opinion it is just as absurd to call a man a coward who destroys himself, as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

The important thing is not to know more than all men, but to know more at each moment than any particular man.