Work While You Have The Light. You

Nothing Resembles Pride So Much As Discouragement.

Oh Be Swift To Live, Make Haste To Be Kind.

Our Systems, Perhaps, Are Nothing More Than An Unconscious Apology For Our Faults, A Gigantic Scaffolding Whose Object Is To Hide From Us Our Favorite Sin.

The Man Who Has No Inner-life Is A Slave To His Surroundings.

The Ideal, After All, Is True Than The Real: For The Ideal Is The Eternal Element In Perishable Things.