The Soul Paints Itself In Our Machines.

Know That Morality Is A Curb, Not A Spur.

Men Have Torn Up The Roads Which Led To Heaven, And Which All The World Followed; Now We Have To Make Our Own Ladders.

Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul Is To The Body, And What Mind Is To Matter.

God Has Commanded Time To Console The Afflicted.

The Evening Of Life Brings With It Its Lamps.