If Ever The Public Was Betrayed By

The Book Which You Read From A Sense Of Duty, Or Because For Any Reason You Must, Does Not Commonly Make Friends With You.

It Is The Curse Of Prosperity That It Takes Work Away From Us, And Shuts That Door To Hope And Health Of Spirit.

There Will Presently Be No Room In The World For Things; It Will Be Filled Up With The Advertisements Of Things.

Do Not Trouble Yourselves About Standards Or Ideals; But Try To Be Faithful And Natural: Remember That There Is No Greatness, No Beauty, Which Does Not Come From Truth To Your Own Knowledge Of Things; And Keep On Working, Even If Your Work Is Not Long Remembered.

It Is The Still, Small Voice That The Soul Heeds, Not The Deafening Blasts Of Doom.