We Are Punished By Our Sins, Not

Nature: The Unseen Intelligence Which Loved Us Into Being, And Is Disposing Of Us By The Same Token

The Love You Liberate In Your Work Is The Love You Keep.

A Little More Patience, A Little More Charity For All, A Little More Devotion, A Little More Love; With Less Bowing Down To The Past, And A Silent Ignoring Of Pretended Authority; Brave Looking Forward To The Future With More Faith In Our Fellows, And The Race Will Be Ripe For A Great Burst Of Light And Life.

I Would Rather Be Able To Appreciate Things I Can Not Have Than To Have Things I Am Not Able To Appreciate.

A Form Of Self-delusion.