She Was Sad With An Obscure Sadness

She Might Have Melted A Heart Of Stone, But Nothing Can Melt A Heart Of Wood.

We Teachers Make The Road, Others Will Make The Journey.

The Earlier Works Of A Man Of Genius Are Always Preferred To The Newer Ones, In Order To Prove That He Is Going Down Instead Of Up.

Superstition, Bigotry And Prejudice, Ghosts Though They Are, Cling Tenaciously To Life; They Are Shades Armed With Tooth And Claw. They Must Be Grappled With Unceasingly, For It Is A Fateful Part Of Human Destiny That It Is Condemned To Wage Perpetual War Against Ghosts. A Shade Is Not Easily Taken By The Throat And Destroyed.

I Refuse The Oration Of All Churches. I Ask A Prayer Of All Souls. I Believe In God.