We Can Never Judge A Soul Above

Each Man Has To Seek Out His Own Special Aptitude For A Higher Life In The Midst Of The Humble And Inevitable Reality Of Daily Existence. Than This, There Can Be No Nobler Aim In Life.

I Count Only The Hours That Are Serene.

What Man Is There That Does Not Laboriously, Though All Unconsciously, Himself Fashion The Sorrow That Is To Be The Pivot Of His Life.

There Is No Soul That Does Not Respond To Love, For The Soul Of Man Is A Guest That Has Gone Hungry These Centuries Back.

If The Bee Disappeared Off The Face Of The Earth, Man Would Only Have Four Years Left To Live.