I Have Learned Much From Disease Which

Time Is A Strange Thing. It Is A Whimsical Tyrant, Which In Every Century Has A Different Face For All That One Says And Does.

Colors Are The Deeds/ And Sufferings Of Light.

In Praising Or Loving A Child, We Love And Praise Not That Which Is, But That Which We Hope For.

There Is No Patriotic Art And No Patriotic Science.

Whoever Would Do Good In The World, Ought Not To Deal In Censure. We Ought Not To Destroy, But Rather Construct.