The Dream Is The Small Hidden Door

One Might Expect, Perhaps, That A Man Full Of Genius Could Pasture In The Greatness Of His Own Thoughts, And Renounce The Cheap Approbation Of The Crowd Which He Despises; Yet He Succumbs To The More Powerful Impulse Of The Herd Instinct. His Searching And His Finding, His Call, Belong To The Herd.

We Deem Those Happy Who From The Experience Of Life Have Learnt To Bear Its Ills Without Being Overcome By Them.

The Wine Of Youth Does Not Always Clear With Advancing Years; Sometimes It Grows Turbid.

Understanding Does Not Cure Evil, But It Is A Definite Help, Inasmuch As One Can Cope With A Comprehensible Darkness.

The Growth Of The Mind Is The Widening Of The Range Of Consciousness, And Each Step Forward Has Been A Most Painful And Laborious Achievement.