Few Things Hold The Perception

There Is No Despair So Absolute As That Which Comes With The First Moments Of Our First Great Sorrow, When We Have Not Yet Known What It Is To Have Suffered And Be Healed, To Have Despaired And Have Recovered Hope.

It Is A Narrow Mind Which Cannot Look At A Subject From Various Points Of View.

Man Cannot Choose His Duties.

Life Is Measured By The Rapidity Of Change, The Succession Of Influences That Modify The Being.

Deeds Are The Pulse Of Time, His Beating Life, And Righteous Or Unrighteous, Being Done, Must Throb In After-throbs Till Time Itself Be Laid In Stillness, And The Universe Quiver And Breathe Upon No Mirror More.