Philosophy Is Really Homesickness.

Blessed Be The True Life That The Pauses Between Its Throbs Are Not Death!

But There Is No Veil Like Light--no Adamantine Armor Against Hurt Like The Truth.

There Is Little Hope Of The Repentance And Redemption Of Certain Some Until They Have Committed One Or Another Of The Many Wrong Things Of Which They Are Daily, Through A Course Of Unrestrained Selfishness, Becoming More And More Capable.

Cleverness Is Cheap. It Is Faith That He Praises.

No Man Ever Sank Under The Burden Of The Day. It Is When Tomorrow's Burden Is Added To The Burden Of Today That The Weight Is More Than A Man Can Bear.