Toleration Ought In Reality To Be Merely

Dauer In Wechsel. Duration In Change.

The Most Difficult Thing Is What Is Thought To Be The Simplest; To Really See The Things Which Are Before Your Eyes.

There Is But One Poetry,--true Poetry.

Nature! We Are Enveloped And Embraced By Her, Incapable Of Emerging From Her And Incapable Of Entering Her More Deeply. Unbidden And Unwarned, She Receives Us Into The Circuits Of Her Dance, Drifting Onward With Us Herself, Until We Grow Tired And Drop From Her Arms.

If Each One Does Their Duty As An Individual And If Each One Works In Their Own Proper Vocation, It Will Be Right With The Whole.