Nature Is, After All, The Only Book

Love And Desire Are The Spirit's Wings To Great Deeds.

Know'st Thou Yesterday, Its Aim And Reason? Work'st Thou Will Today For Worthier Things? Then Calmly Wait The Morrow's Hidden Season, And Fear Thou Not, What Hap Soe'er It Brings

Mystery Is Truth's Dancing Partner.

Be Above It! Make The World Serve Your Purpose, But Do Not Serve It.

Moral Epochs Have Their Course As Well As The Seasons. We Can No More Hold Them Fast Than We Can Hold Sun, Moon, And Stars. Our Faults Perpetually Return Upon Us; And Herein Lies The Subtlest Difficulty Of Self-knowledge.