The Only Substance Properly So Called Is

Each Bud Flowers But Once And Each Flower Has But Its Minute Of Perfect Beauty; So, In The Garden Of The Soul Each Feeling Has, As It Were, Its Flowering Instant, Its One And Only Moment Of Expansive Grace And Radiant Kingship.

Our Duty Is To Be Useful, Not According To Our Desires But According To Our Powers.

Any Landscape Is A Condition Of The Spirit.

Time Is But The Space Between Our Memories; As Soon As We Cease To Perceive This Space, Time Has Disappeared.

It Is Work Which Gives Flavor To Life.