The Hand That Rounded Peter's

It Is Always So Pleasant To Be Generous, Though Very Vexatious To Pay Debts.

We Are Always Getting Ready To Live But Never Living.

For, The Sense Of Being Which In Calm Hours Rises, We Know Not How, In The Soul, Is Not Diverse From Things, From Space, From Light, From Time, From Man, But One With Them, And Proceeds Obviously From The Same Source Whence Their Life And Being Also Proceed. We First Share The Life By Which Things Exist, And Afterwards See Them As Appearances In Nature, And Forget That We Have Shared Their Cause. Here Is The Fountain Of Action And Of Thought.

Consistency Is The Bugbear That Frightens Little Minds.

We Are Ashamed Of Our Thoughts And Often See Them Brought Forth By Others.