Properly Speaking, All True Work Is Religion.

Man's Unhappiness, As I Construe, Comes Of His Greatness; It Is Because There Is An Infinite In Him, Which With All His Cunning He Cannot Quite Bury Under The Finite.

Infinite Is The Help Man Can Yield To Man.

Our Works Are The Mirror Wherein The Spirit First Sees Its Natural Lineaments. Hence, Too, The Folly Of That Impossible Precept, Know Theyself; Till It Be Translated Into This Partially Possible One, Know What Thou Canst Work At.

Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity.

The World Is A Republic Of Mediocrities, And Always Was.