To Have Known How To

At Every Crossroad On The Way That Leads To The Future, Each Progressive Spirit Is Opposed By A Thousand Men Appointed To Guard The Past.

Many A Happiness In Life, A Many A Disaster, Is Due To Chance Alone; But The Peace Within Us Can Never Be Governed By Chance.

In The World Which We Know, Among The Different And Primitive Geniuses That Preside Over The Evolution Of The Several Species, There Exists Not One, Excepting That Of The Dog, That Ever Gave A Thought To The Presence Of Man.

Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That A Very Precarious Hazard, A Kind Of Transparent Membrane, Divides Death From Love; And That The Profound Idea Of Nature Demands That The Giver Of Life Should Die At The Moment Of Giving.

We Possess Only The Happiness We Able To Understand.