We All Labour Against Our

I Have Often Admired The Mystical Way Of Pythagoras, And The Secret Magick Of Numbers.

A Man May Be In As Just Possession Of The Truth As Of A City, And Yet Be Forced To Surrender.

The Created World Is But A Small Parenthesis In Eternity.

As Sins Proceed They Ever Multiply, And Like Figures In Arithmetic, The Last Stands For More Than All That Wert Before It.

Rough Diamonds May Sometimes Be Mistaken For Worthless Pebbles.