A Judicious Man Looks At

Blessed Is He Who Has Found His Work; Let Him Ask No Other Blessedness. He Has A Work, A Life-purpose; He Has Found It, And Will Follow It! How, As A Free-flowing Channel, Dug And Torn By Noble Force Through The Sour Mudswamp Of One's Existence, Like An Ever-deepening River There, It Runs And Flows

And Yet Without Labour There Were No Ease, No Rest, So Much As Conceivable.

A Person With Half Volition Goes Backwards And Forwards, But Makes No Progress On Even The Smoothest Of Roads.

The Barrenest Of All Mortals Is The Sentimentalist.

The Goal Of Yesterday Will Be Our Starting-point To-morrow.