Genius Has No Taste For

To Me, However, The Question Of The Times Resolved Itself Into A Practical Question Of The Conduct Of Life. How Shall I Live? We Are Incompetent To Solve The Times. Our Geometry Cannot Span The Huge Orbits Of The Prevailing Ideas, Behold Their Return, And Reconcile Their Opposition. We Can Only Obey Our Own Polarity.

What I Must Do Is All That Concerns Me, Not What The People Think. This Rule, Equally Arduous In Actual And In Intellectual Life, May Serve For The Whole Distinction Between Greatness And Meanness.

That Man Is Idle Who Can Do Something Better.

A Hero Is No Braver Than An Ordinary Man, But He Is Brave Five Minutes Longer.

The Advantage Of Riches Remains With Him Who Procured Them, Not With The Heir.