Nature And Books Belong To The Eyes

We Estimate The Wisdom Of Nations By Seeing What They Did With Their Surplus Capital.

Every Man Who Would Do Anything Well, Must Come To It From A Higher Ground.

These Are The Voices Which We Hear In Solitude, But They Grow Faint And Inaudible As We Enter Into The World.

All Are Needed By Each One; Nothing Is Fair Or Good Alone.

If The Stars Should Appear One Night In A Thousand Years, How Would Men Believe And Adore; And Preserve For Many Generations The Remembrance Of The City Of God Which Had Been Shown! But Every Night Come Out These Envoys Of Beauty, And Light The Universe With Their Admonishing Smile.