Perfect Love Holds The Secret Of The

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

A Nation Is A Thing That Lives And Acts Like A Man And Men Are The Particles Of Which It Is Composed.

Every Man Who Can Be A First-rate Something -- As Every Man Can Be Who Is A Man At All -- Has No Right To Be A Fifth-rate Something; For A Fifth-rate Something Is Not Better Than A First-rate Nothing.

Calmness Is The Cradle Of Power.

If Have Got My Spindle And My Distaff Ready--my Pen And Mind--never Doubting For An Instant That God Will Send Me Flax.