The Past Is All Holy To Us;

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.

Nakedness, Hunger, Distress Of All Kinds, Death Itself Have Been Cheerfully Suffered, When The Heart Was Right. It Is The Feeling Of Injustice That Is Insupportable To All Men.

All Destruction, By Violent Revolution Or However It Be, Is But New Creation On A Wider Scale.

The Ideal Is In Thyself, The Impediments Too Is In Thyself.

The All Of Things Is An Infinite Conjugation Of The Verb To Do .