To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think

The Soul In The Darkness Sins, But The Real Sinner Is He Who Caused The Darkness.

Word Which The Finger Of God Has Written On The Brow Of Every Man — Hope!

Brothers, He Who Dies Here Dies In The Radiance Of The Future, And We Are Entering A Tomb All Flooded With The Dawn.

The Great Acts Of Love Are Done By Those Who Are Habitually Performing Small Acts Of Kindness.

The Transept Belfry And The Two Towers Were To Him Three Great Cages, The Birds In Which, Taught By Him, Would Sing For Him Alone. Yet It Was These Same Bells Which Had Made Him Deaf; But Mothers Are Often Fondest Of The Child Who Has Made Them Suffer Most.