Gray Is The Color Of

Everything Is Both Simpler Than We Can Imagine And More Entangled Than We Can Conceive.

On Top Of The World, Or In The Depths Of Despair.

The Eternal Feminine Doth Draw Us Upward. [ger., Das Ewig-weibliche Zieht Uns Hinan.]

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

It Is Commonly The Personal Character Of A Writer Which Gives Him His Public Significance. It Is Not Imparted By His Genius. Napoleon Said Of Corneille, "were He Living I Would Make Him A King;" But He Did Not Read Him. He Read Racine, Yet He Said Nothing Of The Kind Of Racine.