Only Mothers Can Think Of

It Is Quiet And Peaceful Here, The Air Is Good, There Are Numerous Gardens, And In Them Nightingales Sing And Spies Lurk Under The Bushes.

All That Is Called Destiny Or Fate Is None Other Than The Result Of Our Thoughtlessness And Our Mistrust Of Ourselves; We Should Know That All That Is Created On Earth Is Created By Its Sole Master And Laborer -- Man.

This Fear Is What Is The Ruin Of Us All. And Some Dominate Us; They Take Advantage Of Our Fear And Frighten Us Still More. Mark This: As Long As People Are Afraid, They Will Rot Like The Birches In The Marsh. We Must Grow Bold; It Is Time!

When Work Is A Pleasure, Life Is A Joy! When Work Is A Duty, Life Is Slavery.

The Good Qualities In Our Soul Are Most Successfully And Forcefully Awakened By The Power Of Art. Just As Science Is The Intellect Of The World, Art Is Its Soul.