To Meditate Is To Labour;

Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows Of Its Own Accord, It Puts Down Deep Roots Into Our Whole Being.

A Day Will Come When A Cannon Will Be Exhibited In Museums, Just As Instruments Of Torture Are Now, And The People Will Be Astonished That Such A Thing Could Have Been.

We Are Not Loved By Our Friends For What We Are; Rather, We Are Loved In Spite Of What We Are.

The World Is The Expanding Greece And Greece Is The Shrinking World.

The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley: It Is A Thoroughfare. It Closes On The Twilight. It Opens On The Dawn.