Truth, When Not Sought After, Rarely Comes

Our Brains Are Seventy-year Clocks. The Angel Of Life Winds Them Up Once For All, Then Closes The Case, And Gives The Key Into The Hand Of The Angel Of The Resurrection.

Stillness Of Person And Steadiness Of Features Are Signal Marks Of Good Breeding.

A Man May Fulfill The Object Of His Existence By Asking A Question He Cannot Answer, And Attempting A Task He Cannot Achieve.

To Reach A Port We Must Sail, Sometimes With The Wind, And Sometimes Against It. But We Must Not Drift Or Lie At Anchor.

Man Is Born A Predestined Idealist, For He Is Born To Act. To Act Is To Affirm The Worth Of An End, And To Persist In Affirming The Worth Of An End Is To Make An Ideal.