The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

The Heart Has Eyes Which The Brain Knows Nothing Of.

Pity Is Not Enough Better Than Indifference To Benefit Materially Either Agent Or Recipient.

Faith Is The Very Heroism And Enterprise Of Intellect. Faith Is Not A Passivity, But A Faculty. Faith Is Power, The Material Of Effect. Faith Is A Kind Of Winged Intellect. The Great Work Men Of History Have Been Men Who Believed Like Giants.

There Is Always The Possibility Of Beauty Where There Is An Unsealed Human Eye; Of Music Where There Is An Unstopped Human Ear; And Of Inspiration Where There Is A Receptive Human Spirit.

So Far From Genius Discarding Law, Rather Is It The Supreme Joy Of Genius To Re-enact The Eternal And Unwritten Law In The Chamber Of Its Own Intel-lect.