Fire is the best of servants, but what a master!
Are not our greatest men as good as lost? The men that walk daily among us, warming us, feeding us, walk shrouded in darkness, mere mythic men.
May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.
Let him who would move and convince others, be first moved and convinced himself.
If what you have done is unjust, you have not succeeded.
I came hither [Craigenputtoch] solely with the design to simplify my way of life and to secure the independence through which I could be enabled to remain true to myself.