The Older We Grow, The Greater Become

It Is Impossible That Beauty Should Ever Distinctly Appreciate Itself.

I Will Be Lord Over Myself.

We Learn To Treasure What Is Above This Earth; We Long For Revelation, Which Nowhere Burns More Purely And More Beautifully Than In The New Testament.

Tomorrow Sees Undone, What Happens Not To-day; Still Forward Press, Nor Never Tire! The Possible, With Steadfast Trust, Resolve Should Be By The Forelock Grasp. Then She Will Ne'er Let Go Her Clasp, And Labors On, Because She Must.

By Seeking And Blundering We Learn.