The Reward Of Labour Is Life. Is

A Pattern Is Either Right Or Wrong...it Is No Stronger Than Its Weakest Point.

I Half Wish That I Had Not Been Born With A Sense Of Romance And Beauty In This Accursed Age.

One Man With An Idea In His Head Is In Danger Of Being Considered A Madman: Two Men With The Same Idea In Common May Be Foolish, But Can Hardly Be Mad; Ten Men Sharing An Idea Begin To Act, A Hundred Draw Attention As Fanatics, A Thousand And Society Begins To Tremble, A Hundred Thousand And There Is War Abroad, And The Cause Has Victories Tangible And Real; And Why Only A Hundred Thousand? Why Not A Hundred Million And Peace Upon The Earth? You And I Who Agree Together, It Is We Who Have To Answer That Question.

Simplicity Of Life, Even The Barest, Is Not A Misery, But The Very Foundation Of Refinement.

And The Deeds That Ye Do Upon This Earth, It Is For Fellowship's Sake That Ye Do Them.