Self-interest Is An Inexhaustible Source Of Convenient

The Tragic Solemnity Of Existence Strikes Us With Terrible Force On That Morning When We Wake To Find The Mournful Words "too Late" Ringing In Our Ears.

Life Is An Apprenticeship To The Constant Renunciations, To The Steady Failure Of Our Claims, Our Hopes, Our Powers, Our Liberty.

Analysis Kills Spontaneity. The Grain Once Ground Into Flour Springs And Germinates No More.

Order Is Man's Greatest Need, And His True Well-being.

He Who Asks Of Life Nothing But The Improvement Of His Own Nature... Is Less Liable Than Anyone Else To Miss And Waste Life.