He That I Am Reading

So It Is With Minds. Unless You Keep Them Busy With Some Definite Subject That Will Bridle And Control Them, They Throw Themselves In Disorder Hither And Yon In The Vague Field Of Imagination... And There Is No Mad Or Idle Fancy That They Do Not Bring Forth In The Agitation.

A Straight Oar Looks Bent In The Water. It Matters Not Merely That We See A Thing, But How We See It.

It Is Indeed The Boundary Of Life, Beyond Which We Are Not To Pass; Which The Law Of Nature Has Pitched For A Limit Not To Be Exceeded.

Men Are Tormented By The Opinions They Have Of Things, And Not The Things Themselves.

As Soon As Women Become Ours We Are No Longer Theirs.