By Her Shining And Her Power He

There Is Nothing Like Despair To Make One Throw Oneself Upon The Gods.

Longing Performs All Things

When We Serve The Great, They Are Our Destiny.

The Perpetual Stream Of Human Nature Is Formed Into Ever-changing Shallows, Eddies, Falls And Pools By The Land Over Which It Passes. Perhaps The Only Real Value Of History Lies In Considering This Endlessly Varied Play Between The Essence And The Accidents.

In All Men Is Evil Sleeping; The Good Man Is He Who Will Not Awaken It, In Himself Or In Other Men.