Whatever The Soul Knows How To Seek,

Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact Contains In It The Juices Of Life. Every Fact Is A Clod, From Which May Grow An Amaranth Or A Palm.

A House Is No Home Unless It Contains Food And Fire For The Mind As Well As For The Body. For Human Beings Are Not So Constituted That They Can Live Without Expansion. If They Do Not Get It In One Way, They Must In Another, Or Perish.

Beware The Mediocrity That Threatens Middle Age, Its Limitation Of Thought And Interest, Its Dullness Of Fancy, Its Too External Life, And Mental Thinness.

It Was Not Meant That The Soul Should Cultivate The Earth, But That The Earth Should Educate And Maintain The Soul.

Let No One Dare To Call Another Mad Who Is Not Himself Willing To Rank In The Same Class For Every Perversion And Fault Of Judgment. Let No One Dare Aid In Punishing Another As Criminal Who Is Not Willing To Suffer The Penalty Due To His Own Offenses.