Deep Insight Will Always, Like Nature, Ultimate

The World Is The Perennial Miracle Which The Soul Worketh.

There Is Nothing We Value And Hunt And Cultivate And Strive To Draw To Us, But In Some Hour We Turn And Rend It.

A Great Man Is Always Willing To Be Little.

When Life Has Been Well Spent, Age Is A Loss Of What It Can Well Spare,--muscular Strength, Organic Instincts, Gross Bulk, And Works That Belong To These. But The Central Wisdom, Which Was Old In Infancy, Is Young In Fourscore Years, And Dropping Off Obstructions, Leaves In Happy Subjects The Mind Purified And Wise.

Good As Is Discourse, Silence Is Better And Shames It.