Good Impulses Are Naught, Unless They Become

Imitate Time; It Destroys Everything Slowly; It Undermines, It Wears Away, It Detaches, It Does Not Wrench.

We Live In An Age In Which Superfluous Ideas Abound And Essential Ideas Are Lacking.

The Soul That Is The Abode Of Chastity Acquires An Energy Which Enables Her To Surmount With Ease The Obstacles That Lie Along The Path Of Duty.

A False Mind Is False In Everything, Just As A Cross Eye Always Looks Askant. But One May Err Once, Nay, A Hundred Times, Without Being Double-minded. There Can Never Be Mental Duplicity Where There Is Sincerity.

Reason Is A Bee, And Exists Only On What It Makes; His Usefulness Takes The Place Of Beauty.