The Real Business Of Life

There Is No Refuge From Memory And Remorse In This World. The Spirits Of Our Foolish Deeds Haunt Us, With Or Without Repentance.

When A Child Is Born The Mother Also Is Born Again.

He Came By A Leap To The Goal Of Purpose, Not By The Toilsome Steps Of Reason. On The Instant His Headlong Spirit Declared His Purpose: This Was The One Being For Him In All The World: At This Altar He Would Light A Lamp Of Devotion, And Keep It Burning Forever.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

In All Secrets There Is A Kind Of Guilt, However Beautiful Or Joyful They May Be, Or For What Good End They May Be Set To Serve. Secrecy Means Evasion, And Evasion Means A Problem To The Moral Mind.