Love Is Ever The Beginning Of Knowledge

Woe To Him, . . . Who Has No Court Of Appeal Against The World's Judgment.

He Who Would Write Heroic Poems Should Make His Whole Life A Heroic Poem.

Conviction Never So Excellent, Is Worthless Until It Coverts Itself Into Conduct.

Is There No God, Then, But At Best An Absentee God, Sitting Idle, Ever Since The First Sabbath, At The Outside Of His Universe?

Wonder Is The Basis Of Worship.