Joy Is The Reflex Of

Youth, Even In Its Sorrows, Always Has A Brilliancy Of Its Own.

Who Then Understands The Reciprocal Flux And Reflux Of The Infinitely Great And The Infinitely Small, The Echoing Of Causes In The Abysses Of Being, And The Avalanches Of Creation?

Men Hate Those To Whom They Have To Lie.

There Is No More Sovereign Eloquence Than The Truth In Indignation.

Wide Horizons Lead The Soul To Broad Ideas; Circumscribed Horizons Engender Narrow Ideas; This Sometimes Condemns Great Hearts To Become Small Minded.broad Ideas Hated By Narrow Ideas,-this Is The Very Struggle Of Progress.