The Walking Of Man Is Falling Forwards.

A Skilful Man Reads His Dreams For His Selfknowledge; Yet Not The Details, But The Quality.

The Only Way To Have A Friend Is To Be One.

The Mind Does Not Create What It Perceives, Any More Than The Eye Creates The Rose.

He Is A Good Man, Who Can Receive A Gift Well. We Are Either Glad Or Sorry At A Gift, And Both Emotions Are Unbecoming.

Meantime The Education Of The General Mind Never Stops. The Reveries Of The True And Simple Are Prophetic. What The Tender Poeticyouth Dreams, And Prays, And Paints Today, But Shuns The Ridicule Of Saying Aloud, Shall Presently Be The Resolutions Of Public Bodies, Then Shall Be Carried As Grievance And Bill Of Rights Through Conflict And War, And Then Shall Be Triumphant Law And Establishment For A Hundred Years, Until It Gives Place, In Turn, To New Prayers And Pictures.