To The Receptive Soul The River Of

It Is Never Too Late To Become The Person You Always Thought You Could Be.

A Perverted Moral Judgment Belongs To The Dogmatic System.

There Is No Sense Of Ease Like The Ease We Felt In Those Scenes Where We Were Born.

Quarrel? Nonsense; We Have Not Quarreled. If One Is Not To Get Into A Rage Sometimes, What Is The Good Of Being Friends?

Of A Truth, Knowledge Is Power, But It Is A Power Reined By Scruple, Having A Conscience Of What Must Be And What May Be. . . .