No Violent Extreme Endures.

Work Is The Grand Cure Of All The Maladies And Miseries That Ever Beset Mankind.

Out Of The Lowest Depths There Is A Path To The Loftiest Heights.

So Much Of Truth, Only Under An Ancient Obsolete Vesture, But The Spirit Of It Still True, Do I Find In The Paganism Of Old Nations. Nature Is Still Divine, The Revelation Of The Workings Of God; The Hero Is Still Worshipable: This, Under Poor Cramped Incipient Forms, Is What All Pagan Religions Have Struggled, As They Could, To Set Forth.

That There Should One Man Die Ignorant Who Had Capacity For Knowledge, This I Call A Tragedy.

Love Is Ever The Beginning Of Knowledge As Fire Is Of Light.