The Relations Of The Soul To The

Live In The Sunshine, Swim The Sea, Drink The Wild Air.

I Am Defeated All The Time, Yet To Victory I Am Born.

That Is Ever The Difference Between The Wise And The Unwise: The Latter Wonders At What Is Unusual; The Wise Man Wonders At The Usual.

But Only That Soul Can Be My Friend Which I Encounter On The Line Of My Own March, That Soul To Which I Do Not Decline, And Which Does Not Decline Me, But, Native Of The Same Celestial Latitude, Repeats In Its Own All My Experience.

Every Man Contemplates An Angel In His Future Self.