The God Who Made New

With The Past, I Have Nothing To Do; Nor With The Future. I Live Now.

The Learned And The Studious Of Thought Have No Monopoly Of Wisdom. Their Violence Of Direction In Some Degree Disqualifies Them To Think Truly.

The Wonder Is Always New That Any Sane Man Can Be A Sailor.

Let Him Be Great, And Love Shall Follow Him. Nothing Is More Deeply Punished Than The Neglect Of The Affinities By Which Alone Society Should Be Formed, And The Insane Levity Of Choosing Associates By Others Eyes.

The Beautiful Is Never Plentiful.