Think Of A Man In A Chronic

There Is Nothing That Makes More Cowards And Feeble Men Than Public Opinion.

Only Have Enough Of Little Virtues And Common Fidelities, And You Need Not Mourn Because You Are Neither A Hero Nor A Saint.

Nothing Is Orderly Till Man Takes Hold Of It. Everything In Creation Lies Around Loose.

The Clearest Window That Ever Was Fashioned If It Is Barred By Spiders' Webs, And Hung Over With Carcasses Of Insects, So That The Sunlight Has Forgotten To Find Its Way Through, Of What Use Can It Be? Now, The Church Is God's Window; And If It Is So Obscured By Errors That Its Light Is Darkness, How Great Is That Darkness!

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Hand; A Silent Utterer Of Words For The Eye.