The End We Aim At Must Be

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

The Miracle On Earth Are The Laws Of Heaven.

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.