Our Hands We Open Of Our Own

Hypotheses Are The Scaffolds Which Are Erected In Front Of A Building And Removedd When The Building Is Completed. They Are Indispensable To The Worker; But The Worker Must Not Mistake The Scaffolding For The Building.

Men Are So Inclined To Content Themselves With What Is Commonest; The Spirit And The Senses So Easily Grow Dead To The Impressions Of The Beautiful And Perfect, That Every One Should Study, By All Methods, To Nourish In His Mind The Faculty Of Feeling These Things. ...for This Reason, One Ought Every Day At Least, To Hear A Little Song, Read A Good Poem, See A Fine Picture, And, If It Were Possible, To Speak A Few Reasonable Words.

What Then Is Your Duty? What The Day Demands.

To Hard Necessity Ones Will And Fancy Must Conform.

Alas, I Have Studied Philosophy, The Law As Well As Medicine, And To My Sorrow, Theology; Studied Them Well With Ardent Zeal, Yet Here I Am, A Wretched Fool, No Wiser Than I Was Before.