A Person Possessed With An Idea Cannot

I Believe In God, Not Because The Bible Tells Me That He Is, But Because My Heart Tells Me So; And The Same Heart Tells Me We Can Only Have His Peace With Us If We Love Him And Obey Him, And That We Can Only He Happy When We Each Love Our Neighbour Better Than Ourselves.

No Person Is Ever Good For Much, That Hasn't Been Swept Off Their Feet By Enthusiasm Between Ages Twenty And Thirty

We Are Complex, And Therefore, In Our Natural State, Inconsistent, Beings, And The Opinion Of This Hour Need Not Be The Opinion Of The Next.

Experience Teaches Slowly, And At The Cost Of Mistakes.

Beautiful Is Old Age—beautiful As The Slow-dropping Mellow Autumn Of A Rich Glorious Summer. In The Old Man, Nature Has Fulfilled Her Work; She Loads Him With Blessings; She Fills Him With The Fruits Of A Well-spent Life; And, Surrounded By His Children And His Children's Children, She Rocks Him Softly Away To A Grave, To Which He Is Followed With Blessings. God Forbid We Should Not Call It Beautiful.