Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas As They Pour In.

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.