Heed the still small voice that so seldom leads us wrong, and never into folly.

Let us strive to improve ourselves, for we cannot remain stationary; one either progresses or retrogrades.

Heed the still small voice that so seldom leads us wrong, and never into folly.

Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

Ah! I shall repeat it endlessly, the only misfortune is to be born!

I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.

Rules of society are nothing; one's conscience is the umpire.