The Last Change In Our

Great Hearts Steadily Send Forth The Secret Forces That Incessantly Draw Great Events.

For, The Sense Of Being Which In Calm Hours Rises, We Know Not How, In The Soul, Is Not Diverse From Things, From Space, From Light, From Time, From Man, But One With Them, And Proceeds Obviously From The Same Source Whence Their Life And Being Also Proceed. We First Share The Life By Which Things Exist, And Afterwards See Them As Appearances In Nature, And Forget That We Have Shared Their Cause. Here Is The Fountain Of Action And Of Thought.

Only An Inventor Knows How To Borrow, And Every Man Is Or Should Be An Inventor.

The Beautiful Rests On The Foundations Of The Necessary.

The World Is Always Childish, And With Each New Gewgaw Of A Revolution Or New Constitution That It Finds, Thinks It Shall Never Cry Any More.