In My Old Age There Is A

You Preserve Your Shame But You Kill Your Glory.

God Is Behind Everything, But Everything Hides God.

Superstition, Bigotry And Prejudice, Ghosts Though They Are, Cling Tenaciously To Life; They Are Shades Armed With Tooth And Claw. They Must Be Grappled With Unceasingly, For It Is A Fateful Part Of Human Destiny That It Is Condemned To Wage Perpetual War Against Ghosts. A Shade Is Not Easily Taken By The Throat And Destroyed.

Genius Is A Promontory Jutting Out Into The Infinite.

Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death Achieves The Ideal.