On Top Of The World, Or In

Beauty Can Never Really Understand Itself.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.

I Hate All Bungling As I Do Sin, But Particularly Bungling In Politics, Which Leads To The Misery And Ruin Of Many Thousands And Millions Of People.

Man Errs, Till He Has Ceased To Strive.

All Professional Men Are Handicapped By Not Being Allowed To Ignore Things Which Are Useless.