Few Men Have Imagination Enough For Reality.

My Peace Is Gone, My Heart Is Heavy. [ger., Meine Ruh Ist Hin, Mein Herz Ist Schwer.]

As To The Value Of Conversions, God Alone Can Judge. God Alone Can Know How Wide Are The Steps Which The Soul Has To Take Before It Can Approach To A Community With Him, To The Dwelling Of The Perfect, Or To The Intercourse And Friendship Of Higher Natures.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

The Highest Cannot Be Spoken; It Can Only Be Acted.

For Many People, One Of The Most Frustrating Aspects Of Life Is Not Being Able To Understand Other People's Behavior.