A Man's Library Is A Sort Of

The Height Of The Pinnacle Is Determined By The Breadth Of The Base.

Men Cease To Interest Us When We Find Their Limitations

We Estimate The Wisdom Of Nations By Seeing What They Did With Their Surplus Capital.

Great Men Are Sincere.

We Live In Succession, In Division, In Parts, In Particles. Meantime Within Man Is The Soul Of The Whole; The Wise Silence; The Universal Beauty, To Which Every Part And Particle Is Equally Related, The Eternal One. And This Deep Power In Which We Exist And Whose Beatitude Is All Accessible To Us, Is Not Only Self-sufficing And Perfect In Every Hour, But The Act Of Seeing And The Thing Seen, The Seer And The Spectacle, The Subject And The Object, Are One. We See The World Piece By Piece, As The Sun, The Moon, The Animal, The Tree; But The Whole, Of Which These Are Shining Parts, Is The Soul.