Rest Not Life Is Sweeping By Go

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

Each One Of Us Must Carry Within The Proof Of Immortality, It Cannot Be Given From Outside Of Us. To Be Sure, Everything In Natureis Change But Behind The Change There Is Something Eternal.

No Man Learns To Know His Inmost Nature By Introspection, For He Rates Himself Sometimes Too Low, And Often Too High, By His Own Measurement. Man Knows Himself Only By Comparing Himself With Other Men; It Is Life That Touches His Genuine Worth.

What A Torment It Is To See So Much Loveliness Passing And Repassing Before Us, And Yet Not Dare To Lay Hold Of It!

He Is Happiest, Be He King Or Peasant, Who Finds Peace In His Home.