Art Is Evidence Of Our Most Creative

As Soon As There Is Life There Is Danger.

An Individual Man Is A Fruit Which It Cost All The Foregoing Ages To Form And Ripen. He Is Strong, Not To Do, But To Live; Not In His Arms, But In His Heart; Not As An Agent, But As A Fact.

How Much Of Human Life Is Lost In Waiting.

In Skating Over Thin Ice Our Safety Is In Our Speed.

Fate, Then, Is A Name For Facts Not Yet Passed Under The Fire Of Thought; For Causes Which Are Unpenetrated.