The End Of Man Is Action.

No Age Seemed The Age Of Romance To Itself.

The Leafy Blossoming Present Time Springs From The Whole Past, Remembered And Unrememberable.

The Dust Of Controversy Is Merely The Falsehood Flying Off.

Faith Is Loyalty To Some Inspired Teacher, Some Spiritual Hero.

Trust Not The Heart Of That Man For Whom Old Clothes Are Not Venerable.