Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

An Axe At Home Saves Hiring A Carpenter.