To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

Our Mind Is Enriched By What We Receive, Our Heart By What We Give.

Is There Not In Every Human Soul A Primitive Spark, A Divine Element, Incorruptible In This World And Immortal In The Next, Which Can Be Developed By Goodness, Kindled, Lit Up, And Made To Radiate, And Which Evil Can Never Entirely Extinguish.

It Is Those Books Which A Man Possesses But Does Not Read Which Constitute The Most Suspicious Evidence Against Him.

I Like The Laughter That Opens The Lips And The Heart, Shows At The Same Time The Pearls And The Soul.

That Is The Explanation Of War, An Outrage By Humanity Upon Humanity In Despite Of Humanity.