Plant Your Dreams And Miracles

The World Globes Itself In A Drop Of Dew.

Every Great Man Is Unique.

They Who Talk Much Of Destiny, Their Birth-star, Etc., Are In A Lower Dangerous Plane, And Invite The Evils They Fear.

There Is Not A Piece Of Science, But Its Flank May Be Turned Tomorrow.

Henceforth, Please God, Forever I Forego The Yolk Of Men's Opinions. I Will Be Light-hearted As A Bird And Live With God. I Find Him In The Bottom Of My Heart, And I Hear Continually His Voice Therein.