The Deepest Depth Of Vulgarism

In Books Lies The Soul Fo The Whole Past Time.

To Know, To Get Into The Truth Of Anything, Is Ever A Mystic Art, Of Which The Best Logic's Can But Babble On The Surface.

Whose School-hours Are All The Days And Nights Of Our Existence.

Rightly Viewed No Meanest Object Is Insignificant; All Objects Are As Windows Through Which The Philosophic Eye Looks Into Infinitude Itself.

The Courage We Desire And Prize Is Not The Courage To Die Decently, But To Live Manfully.