For The Infinite Has Sowed

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

The Gymnasium Of Running, Walking On Stilts, Climbing, Etc. Stells And Makes Hardy Single Powers And Muscles, But Dancing, Like A Corporeal Poesy, Embellishes, Exercises, And Equalizes All The Muscles At Once.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

The Happiness Of Life Consists, Like The Day, Not In Single Flashes (of Light), But In One Continuous Mild Serenity. The Most Beautiful Period Of The Heart's Existence Is In This Calm Equable Light, Even Although It Be Only Moonshine Or Twilight. Now The Mind Alone Can Obtain For Us This Heavenly Cheerfulness And Peace.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.