The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

The Safest Words Are Always Those Which Bring Us Most Directly To Facts.

Ideals We Do Not Make. We Discover, Not Invent, Them.

The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

The Heart Has Eyes Which The Brain Knows Nothing Of.

Faith Is Mind At Its Best, Its Bravest, And Its Fiercest. Faith Is Thought Become Poetry, And Absorbing Into Itself The Soul's Great, Passions. Faith Is Intellect Carried Up To Its Transfigurement.