For Life And Death Are One, Even

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

I Prefer To Be A Dreamer Among The Humblest, With Visions To Be Realized, Than Lord Among Those Without Dreams And Desires.

Let Your Home Be You Mast And Not Your Anchor.

Life Without Liberty Is Like A Body Without Spirit. Liberty Without Thought Is Like A Disturbed Spirit.

Youth Is A Beautiful Dream, On Whose Brightness Books Shed A Blinding Dust. Will Ever The Day Come When The Wise Link The Joy Of Knowledge To Youth's Dream? Will Ever The Day Come When Nature Becomes The Teacher Of Man, Humanity His Book And Life His School? Youth's Joyous Purpose Cannot Be Fulfilled Until That Day Comes. Too Slow Is Our March Toward Spiritual Elevation, Because We Make So Little Use Of Youth's Ardor.