In a different time, in a different place, it is always some other side of our common human nature that has been developing itself. The actual truth is the sum of all these.

Evil and good are everywhere, like shadow and substance; inseparable (for men) yet not hostile, only opposed.

Parties on the back of Parties, at war with the world and with each other.

To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.

The wise man is but a clever infant, spelling letters from a hieroglyphical prophetic book, the lexicon of which lies in eternity.

He that can work is born to be king of something.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.