We Must Be Young To

Wind Is The Loving Wooer Of Waters; Wind Blends Together Billows All-foaming. Spirit Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Water! Fortune Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Wind!

I Look Upon All Four Gospels As Thoroughly Genuine, For There Shines Forth From Them The Reflected Splendor Of A Sublimity Proceeding From Jesus Christ.

We Are Never Further From What We Wish Than When We Believe That We Have What We Wished For.

Oh How Sweet It Is To Hear One's Own Convictions From Another's Lips.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.