He Who Is Not Everyday

The Sun Illuminates Only The Eye Of The Man, But Shines Into The Eye And The Heart Of The Child.

The Right Eloquence Needs No Bell To Call The People Together, And No Constable To Keep Them.

The Ancients Called Beauty The Flowering Of Virtue.

Nothing Divine Dies. All Good Is Eternally Reproductive. The Beauty Of Nature Re-forms Itself In The Mind, And Not For Barren Contemplation, But For New Creation.

Go Forth Into The Busy World And Love It. Interest Yourself In Its Life, Mingle Kindly With Its Joys And Sorrows.