A Cell Is Regarded As The True

The Only Cure For Grief Is Action.

A Man May Be Buoyed Up By The Efflation Of His Wild Desires To Brave Any Imaginable Peril; But He Cannot Calmly See One He Loves Braving The Same Peril; Simply Because He Cannot Feel Within Turn That Which Prompts Another. He Sees The Danger, And Feels Not The Power That Is To Overcome It.

Ideas Are Forces; Our Acceptance Of One Determines Our Reception Of Others.

Remember That Every Drop Of Rain That Falls Bears Into The Bosom Of The Earth A Quality Of Beautiful Fertility.

Personal Experience Is The Basis Of All Real Literature.