Good Impulses Are Naught, Unless

We Know God Easily, If We Do Not Constrain Ourselves To Define Him.

Man Is Born With The Faculty Of Speech. Who Gives It To Him? He Who Gives The Bird Its Song.

We Are All Of Us More Or Less Echoes, Repeating Involuntarily The Virtues, The Defects, The Movements, And The Characters Of Those Among Whom We Live.

Genius Is The Ability To See Things Invisible, To Manipulate Things Intangible, To Paint Things That Have No Features

Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul Is To The Body, And What Mind Is To Matter.