Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

Our Mind Is Enriched By What We Receive, Our Heart By What We Give.

The Book Which The Reader Now Holds In His Hands, From One End To The Other, As A Whole And In Its Details, Whatever Gaps, Exceptions, Or Weaknesses It May Contain, Treats Of The Advance From Evil To Good, From Injustice To Justice, From Falsity To Truth, From Darkness To Daylight, From Blind Appetite To Conscience, From Decay To Life, From Bestiality To Duty, From Hell To Heaven, From Limbo To God. Matter Itself Is The Starting-point, And The Point Of Arrival Is The Soul. Hydra At The Beginning, An Angel At The End.

For Prying Into Any Human Affairs, Non Are Equal To Those Whom It Does Not Concern.

Phenomena Intersect; To See But One Is To See Nothing.