Nothing Tells More About The Character Of

Properly Speaking, We Learn From Those Books Only That We Cannot Judge. The Author Of A Book That I Am Competent To Criticise Would Have To Learn From Me.

One Is Led Astray Alike By Sympathy And Coldness, By Praise And By Blame

I Love Those Who Yearn For The Impossible.

Higher Yet And Higher Out Of Clouds And Night, Nearer Yet And Nearer Rising To The Light - Light, Serene And Holy Where My Soul May Rest, Purified And Lowly, Sanctified And Blest.

Every Man Has Enough Power Left To Carry Out That Of Which He Is Convinced.