Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

Events Appear Sad, Pleasant, Or Painful, Not Because They Are So In Reality, But Because We Believe Them To Be So And The Light In Which We Look At Them Depends Upon Our Own Judgment.

And Men Go About To Wonder At The Heights Of The Mountains, And The Mighty Waves Of The Sea, And The Wide Sweep Of Rivers, And The Circuit Of The Ocean, And The Revolution Of The Stars, But Themselves They Consider Not.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

Each Famous Author Of Antiquity Whom I Recover Places A New Offence And Another Cause Of Dishonor To The Charge Of Earlier Generations, Who, Not Satisfied With Their Own Disgraceful Barrenness, Permitted The Fruit Of Other Minds, And The Writings That Their Ancestors Had Produced By Toil And Application, To Perish Through Insufferable Neglect. Although They Had Nothing Of Their Own To Hand Down To Those Who Were To Come After, They Robbed Posterity Of Its Ancestral Heritage.

Sameness Is The Mother Of Disgust, Variety The Cure.