They Fought The Enemy, We

The Prey Of Fear, He, Always Curtailed, Extinguished, Thwarted By The Dusk, Work Partly Done, Says To The Alternating Blaze, "again The Sun! Anew Each Day; And New And New And New, That Comes Into And Steadies My Soul."

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.

As Contagion Of Sickness Makes Sickness, Contagion Of Trust Can Make Trust.

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.