The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is

If You Want To Reach The Infinite, Then Explore Every Aspect Of The Finite.

Knowing Is Not Enough; We Must Apply. Willing Is Not Enough; We Must Do.

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.

Whatever We May Say Against Collections, Which Present Authors In A Disjointed Form, They Nevertheless Bring About Many Excellent Results. We Are Not Always So Composed, So Full Of Wisdom, That We Are Able To Take In At Once The Whole Scope Of A Work According To Its Merits. Do We Not Mark In A Book Passages Which Seem To Have A Direct Reference To Ourselves? Young People Especially, Who Have Failed In Acquiring A Complete Cultivation Of Mind, Are Roused In A Praiseworthy Way By Brilliant Passages.

This World Could Not Exist If It Were Not So Simple. The Ground Has Been Tilled A Thousand Years, Yet Its Powers Remain Ever The Same; A Little Rain, A Little Sun, And Each Spring It Grows Green Again.