Love Is Ever The Beginning Of Knowledge

One Seems To Believe Almost All That They Believe; And When They Stop Short And Call It A Religion, And You Pass On, And Call It Only A Reminiscence Of One, Should You Not Part With The Kiss Of Peace?

The Tragedy Of Life Is Not So Much What Men Suffer, But Rather What They Miss.

Also, What Mountains Of Dead Ashes, Wreck And Burnt Bones, Does Assiduous Pedantry Dig Up From The Past Time And Name It History.

Is Not Light Grander Than Fire? It Is The Same Element In A State Of Purity.

Laws Themselves, Political Constitutions, Are Not Our Life; But Only The House Wherein Our Life Is Led.