I Hardly Ever Talk- Words

Balance Every Thought With Its Opposition. Because The Marriage Of Them Is The Destruction Of Illusion.

Love Is The Law, Love Under Will.

Don't Talk For Five Minutes, There's A Good Chap! I've A Strange Feeling Come Over Me--almost As If I Were Going To Think!

Acts Which Are Essentially Dishonourable Must Not Be Done; They Would Be Justified Only By Calm Contemplation Of Their Correctness In Abstract Cases.

It Is Only Necessary To Destroy In Oneself The Roots Of Those Motives Which Determine A Man's Course, In Order To Enjoy The Omnipotence And Immunity Of A God.