He That Has Done Nothing Has Known

In A Certain Sense All Men Are Historians.

It Is A Strange Trade That Of Advocacy. Your Intellect, Your Highest Heavenly Gift Is Hung Up In The Shop Window Like A Loaded Pistol For Sale.

The Fearful Unbelief Is Unbelief In Yourself.

The Soul Gives Unity To What It Looks At With Love.

Weak Eyes Are Fondest Of Glittering Objects.