Properly Speaking, All True Work Is Religion.

Alas! We Know That Ideals Can Never Be Completely Embodied In Practice. Ideals Must Ever Lie A Great Way Off--and We Will Thankfully Content Ourselves With Any Not Intolerable Approximation Thereto! Let No Man, As Schiller Says, Too Querulously "measure By A Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality" In This Poor World Of Ours.

Dishonesty Is The Raw Material Not Of Quacks Only, But Also In Great Part Dupes.

The Times Are Very Bad. Very Well, You Are There To Make Them Better.

History Is The New Poetry.

A Poor Creature Who Has Said Or Done Nothing Worth A Serious Man Taking The Trouble Of Remembering.