That Which Is So Universal As Death

Stubbornness Is Not Firmness.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

Each State Of The Human Mind Has Some Parable In The Physical Creation By Which It Is Shadowed Forth; Nor Is It Only Artists And Poets, But Even The Most Abstract Thinkers That Have Drawn From This Source. Lively Activity We Name Fire; Time Is A Stream That Rolls On, Sweeping All Before It; Eternity Is A Circle; A Mystery Is Hid In Midnight Gloom, And Truth Dwells In The Sun. Nay, I Begin To Believe That Even The Future Destiny Of The Human Race Is Prefigured In The Dark Oracular Utterances Of Bodily Creation.

I Follow My Heart, For I Can Trust It.