Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify

Nature Is Thought Immersed In Matter. . .

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

One's Outlook Is A Part Of His Virtue.

Of Gifts, There Seems None More Becoming To Offer A Friend Than A Beautiful Book.

All Unrest Is But The Struggle Of The Soul To Reassure Herself Of Her Inborn Immortality.