We Can Really Respect A Man Only

Errors Belong To Libraries; Truth, To The Human Mind.

Higher Yet And Higher Out Of Clouds And Night, Nearer Yet And Nearer Rising To The Light - Light, Serene And Holy Where My Soul May Rest, Purified And Lowly, Sanctified And Blest.

Ohne Hast, Aber Ohne Rast. - Without Haste, But Without Rest.

Art Is Long, Life Short, Judgment Difficult, Opportunity Transient. To Act Is Easy, To Think Is Hard; To Act According To Our Thought Is Troublesome. Every Beginning Is Cheerful: The Threshold Is The Place Of Expectation.

The Fine Emotions Whence Our Lives We Mold Lie In The Earthly Tumult Dumb And Cold.