It Is Not Enough To

The Ground That A Good Man Treads Is Hallowed.

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

Beloved Brother, Let Us Not Forget That Man Can Never Get Away From Himself. [ger., Lass Uns, Geliebter Bruder, Nicht Vergessen, Dass Von Sich Selbst Der Mensch Nicht Scheiden Kann.]

Piety Is Not An End, But A Means: A Means Of Attaining The Highest Culture By The Purest Tranquility Of Soul. Hence It May Be Observed That Those Who Set Up Piety As An End And Object Are Mostly Hypocrites.

I Love Those Who Yearn For The Impossible.