Is Not The Core Of Nature In

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

Experience Is Only Half Of Experience.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

Old Age Is Never Honored Among Us, But Only Indulged, As Childhood Is; And Old Men Lose One Of The Most Precious Rights Of Man,--that Of Being Judged By Their Peers.