If Man Was What He Ought To

Analysis Kills Spontaneity.

Time Is But The Space Between Our Memories; As Soon As We Cease To Perceive This Space, Time Has Disappeared.

The Beautiful Souls Of The World Have An Art Of Saintly Alchemy, By Which Bitterness Is Converted Into Kindness, The Gall Of Human Experience Into Gentleness, Ingratitude Into Benefits, Insults Into Pardon.

Order Is Man's Greatest Need, And His True Well-being.

Knowledge, Love, Power-there Is The Complete Life.