I Count Only The Hours That Are

Nothing In The Whole World Is So Athirst For Beauty As The Soul, Nor Is There Anything To Which Beauty Clings So Readily.

The Manner In Which The Hours Of Freedom Are Spent Determines, No Less Than Labor And War, The Moral Worth Of A Nation.

We Can Never Judge A Soul Above The High Water Mark Of Our Own.

He Who Sees Without Loving Is Only Straining His Eyes In The Darkness.

Do We Not All Spend The Greater Part Of Our Lives Under The Shadow Of An Event That Has Not Yet Come To Pass?.