The Progress Of Religion Is Steadily To

A Strenuous Soul Hates Cheap Success.

A Nation Never Falls But By Suicide.

If I Have Renounced The Search Of Truth, If I Have Come Into The Port Of Some Pretending Dogmatism, Some New Church, Some Schelling Or Cousin, I Have Died To All Use Of These New Events That Are Born Out Of Prolific Time Into Multitude Of Life Every Hour. I Am As Bankrupt To Whom Brilliant Opportunities Offer In Vain. He Has Just Foreclosed His Freedom, Tied His Hands, Locked Himself Up And Given The Key To Another To Keep.

An Ounce Of Action Is Worth A Ton Of Theory.

Man Sheds Grief As His Skin Sheds Rain.