Man is a substance clad in shadows.
Of all the tyrants the world affords, our own affections are the fiercest lords.
Language. By this we build pyramids, fight battles, ordain and administer laws, shape and teach religion, and knit man to man, cultivate each other, and ourselves.
Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.
Colors answer feeling in man; shapes answer thought; and motion answers will.
One dupe is as impossible as one twin.