Whoever Aspiring, Struggles On, For Him There

Colour Itself Is A Degree Of Darkness.

As Man Is, So Is His God. And Thus Is God Oft Strangely Odd.

When You Take A Man As He Is, You Make Him Worse. When You Take A Man As He Can Be, You Make Him Better.

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

To Think Is Easy. To Act Is Hard. But The Hardest Thing In The World Is To Act In Accordance With Your Thinking.