Good Means Not [merely] Not

No Power And No Treasure Can Outweigh The Extension Of Our Knowledge.

Coition Is A Slight Attack Of Apoplexy. For Man Gushes Forth From Man, And Is Separated By Being Torn Apart With A Kind Of Blow.

My Enemy Is Not The Man Who Wrongs Me, But The Man Who Means To Wrong Me.

Man Is A Universe In Little [microcosm].

To A Wise Man, The Whole Earth Is Open; For The Native Land Of A Good Soul Is The Whole Earth.