The First Proof Of Charity In A

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.

Great Buildings, Like Great Mountains, Are The Work Of Centuries.

Idleness, Pleasure, What Abysses! To Do Nothing Is A Dreary Course To Take, Be Sure Of It. To Live Idle Upon The Substance Of Society! To Be Useless, That Is To Say, Noxious! This Leads Straight To The Lowest Depth Of Misery.

[t]he Small Is Great, The Great Is Small; All Is In Equilibrium In Necessity.

There Are Moments When A Rope's End, A Pole, The Branch Of The Tree, Is Life Itself, And It Is A Frightful Thing To See A Living Being Lose His Hold Upon It, And Fall Like A Ripe Fruit.