We Must Not Take The Faults Of

Men Are So Constituted That Every One Undertakes What He Sees Another Successful In, Whether He Has Aptitude For It Or Not.

The Eternal Feminine Draws Us On High.

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

Names Are But Noise And Smoke, Obscuring Heavenly Light.

In The Realm Of Ideas Everything Depends On Enthusiasm... In The Real World All Rests On Perseverance.