To Repel One's Cross Is To Make

Emancipation From Error Is The Condition Of Real Knowledge.

Analysis Kills Spontaneity. The Grain Once Ground Into Flour Springs And Germinates No More.

Happiness Has No Limits, Because God Has Neither Bottom Nor Bounds, And Because Happiness Is Nothing But The Conquest Of God Through Love.

Let Us Be True: This Is The Highest Maxim Of Art And Of Life, The Secret Of Eloquence And Of Virtue, And Of All Moral Authority.

Analysis Kills Spontaneity.