Woman Is Mistress Of The Art Of

Time Itself Is An Element.

Zweck Sein Selbst Ist Jegliches Tier. Each Animal Is An End In Itself.

Superstition Belongs To The Essence Of Mankind And Takes Refuge, When One Thinks One Has Suppressed It Completely, In The Strangest Nooks And Crannies; Once It Is Safely Ensconced There, It Suddenly Reappears.

It Is Quite Beyond Me How Anyone Can Believe God Speaks To Us In Books And Stories. If The World Does Not Directly Reveal To Us Our Relationship To It, If Our Hearts Fail To Tell Us What We Owe Ourselves And Others, We Shall Assuredly Not Learn It From Books, Which Are At Best Designed But To Give Names To Our Errors.

We Find From Experience That Yellow Excites A Warm And Agreeable Impression.... The Eye Is Gladdened, The Heart Expanded And Cheered, A Glow Seems At Once To Breathe Toward Us.