People That Seem So Glorious Are All

Flowers... Are A Proud Assertion That A Ray Of Beauty Outvalues All The Utilities Of The World.

As The Traveler Who Has Lost His Way, Throws His Reins On His Horse's Neck, And Trusts To The Instinct Of The Animal To Find His Road, So Must We Do With The Divine Animal Who Carries Us Through This World

The Heroic Cannot Be The Common, Nor The Common The Heroic.

The Education Of The Will Is The Object Of Our Existence.

Our Housekeeping Is Mendicant, Our Arts, Our Occupations, Our Marriages, Our Religion We Have Not Chosen But Society Has Chosen For Us.