If You Give People Light, They Will

For Where The Instrument Of Intelligence Is Added To Brute Power And Evil Will, Mankind Is Powerless In Its Own Defense.

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

If You Follow Your Natural Bent;you Will Definitely Go To Heaven

As Little Flowers, Which The Chill Of Night Has Bent And Huddled, When The White Sun Strikes, Grow Straight And Open Fully On Their Stems, So Did I, Too, With My Exhausted Force.