There Is No Point Where Art So

Scholarship, Save By Accident, Is Never The Measure Of A Man's Power.

There Is No Truth Which Personal Vice Will Not Distort.

Calmness Is The Cradle Of Power.

A Man In Whom Religion Is An Inspiration, Who Has Surrendered His Being To Its Power, Who Drinks It, Breathes It, Bathes In It, Cannot Speak Otherwise Than Religiously.

There Are Crowds Who Trample A Flower Into The Dust Without Thinking Once That They Have One Of The Sweetest Thoughts Of God Under Their Heel.