There Is A Secret Drawer In Every

You Say, "where Goest Thou?" I Cannot Tell, And Still Go On. But If The Way Be Straight I Cannot Go Amiss: Before Me Lies Dawn And The Day: The Night Behind Me: That Suffices Me: I Break The Bounds: I See, And Nothing More; Believe And Nothing Less. My Future Is Not One Of My Concerns.

Kings Are For Nations In Their Swaddling-clothes: France Has Attained Her Majority.

Conscience Is God Present In Man.

Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions

Joy's Smile Is Much Closer To Tears Than Laughter.