The Soul Paints Itself In

Fancy, An Animal Faculty, Is Very Different From Imagination, Which Is Intellectual. The Former Is Passive; But The Latter Is Active And Creative. Children, The Weak Minded, And The Timid Are Full Of Fancy. Men And Women Of Intellect, Of Great Intellect, Are Alone Possessed Of Great Imagination.

There Is In The Soul A Taste For The Good, Just As There Is In The Body An Appetite For Enjoyment.

Speech Is But The Incorporation Of Thought.

Happy Is The Man Who Can Do Only One Thing; In Doing It, He Fulfills His Destiny.

How Many People Become Abstract As A Way Of Appearing Profound.