There Is No Repose For The Mind

The Ideal, After All, Is True Than The Real: For The Ideal Is The Eternal Element In Perishable Things.

The More A Man Loves, The More He Suffers. The Sum Of Possible Grief For Each Soul Is In Proportion To Its Degree Of Perfection.

Man Is A Passion Which Brings A Will Into Play, Which Works An Intelligence.

Clever People Will Recognize And Tolerate Nothing But Cleverness.

Man Is Saved By Love And Duty, And By The Hope That Springs From Duty, Or Rather From The Moral Facts Of Consciousness, As A Flower Springs From The Soil.