The Eternal Feminine Doth Draw Us Upward.

We Amuse Ourselves Painting Our Prison-walls With Bright Figures And Brilliant Landscapes.

The Close And Thoughtful Observer More And More Learns To Recognize His Limitations. He Realizes That With The Steady Growth Of Knowledge More And More New Problems Keep On Emerging.

He Only Fears Men Who Does Not Know Them, And He Who Avoids Them Will Soon Misjudge Them.

The Suffering May Be Moral Or Physical; And In My Opinion It Is Just As Absurd To Call A Man A Coward Who Destroys Himself, As To Call A Man A Coward Who Dies Of A Malignant Fever.

Age Does Not Make Us Childish, As Some Say; It Finds Us True Children.