Words Express Neither Objects Nor

Those Who Hope For No Other Life Are Dead Even For This.

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

Assuredly There Is No More Lovely Worship Of God Than That For Which No Image Is Required, But Which Springs Up In Our Breast Spontaneously When Nature Speaks To The Soul, And The Soul Speaks To Nature Face To Face.

In All Things, To Serve From The Lowest Station Upwards Is Necessary. To Restrict Yourself To A Trade Is Best. For The Narrow Mind, Whatever He Attempts Is Still A Trade; For The Higher, An Art; And The Highest In Doing One Thing Does All, Or, To Speak Less Paradoxically, In The One Thing Which He Does Rightly He Sees The Likeness Of All That Is Done Rightly.

The Sea Is Flowing Ever, The Land Retains It Never.