To Hear Always, To Think Always, To

Experience Is The Extract Of Suffering.

The Measure Of Civilization In A People Is To Be Found In Its Just Appreciation Of The Wrongfulness Of War.

Love, Like The Opening Of The Heavens To The Saints, Shows For A Moment, Even To The Dullest Man, The Possibilities Of The Human Race. He Has Faith, Hope, And Charity For Another Being, Perhaps But A Creation Of His Imagination: Still It Is A Great Advance For A Man To Be Profoundly Loving Even In His Imaginations.

Alas! It Is Not The Child But The Boy That Generally Survives In The Man.

More Than Half The Difficulties Of The World Would Be Allayed Or Removed By The Exhibition Of Good Temper.