I Find My Past In My Present,

Like Birds Of Passage, The Instincts Drift The Soul Adventurously Beyond The Horizon Of Sensible Things, As If Intent On Convoying It To The Mother Country From Whence It Had Flown.

Every Sin Provokes Its Punishment.

Equanimity Is The Gem In Virtue's Chaplet, And St. Sweetness The Loveliest In Her Calendar.

There Are Truths That Shield Themselves Behind Veils, And Are Best Spoken By Implication. Even The Sun Veils Himself In His Own Rays To Blind The Gaze Of The Too Curious Starer.

Your Real Influence Is Measured By Your Treatment Of Yourself.