Oh! Everything I Loved!

The Human Soul Has Still Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real. It Is By The Real That We Exist; It Is By The Ideal That We Live.

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.

To Love Another Person Is To See The Face Of God.

And So, Being In Heaven, It Was Easy For Him To Lose Sight Of Earth.

There Are No Weeds, And No Worthless Men. There Are Only Bad Farmers.