Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

What Is Life Without The Radiance Of Love?

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

There Is No Such Thing As Chance; And What Seem To Us Merest Accident Springs From The Deepest Source Of Destiny.