A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit

What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.

Wise To Resolve, Patient To Perform.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts. Man Grows With His Expanded Needs.