All Things Are Moral; And In Their

The End Of Being Is To Know; And If You Say, The End Of Knowledge Is Action,-why, Yes, But The End Of That Action Again, Is Knowledge.

We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum From The Terrors Of Finite Nature.

Society Gains Nothing Whilst A Man, Not Himself Renovated, Attempts To Renovate Things Around Him; He Has Become Tediously Good Insome Particular But Negligent Or Narrow In The Rest; And Hypocrisy And Vanity Are Often The Disgusting Result.

What Goes On Around You... Compares Little With What Goes On Inside You.

Cunning Is Strength Withheld.