We Talk Of Choosing Our Friends, But

Let A Man Learn To Look For The Permanent In The Mutable And Fleeting; Let Him Learn To Bear The Disappearance Of Things He Was Wont To Reverence; Without Losing His Reverence; Let Him Learn That He Is Here, Not To Work, But To Be Worked Upon; And That, Though Abyss Open Under Abyss, And Opinion Displace Opinion, All Are At Last Contained In The Eternal Cause.

The Magnanimous Know Very Well That They Who Give Time, Or Money, Or Shelter, To The Stranger--so It Be Done For Love, And Not Forostentation--do, As It Were, Put God Under Obligation To Them, So Perfect Are The Compensations Of The Universe.

The Household Is A School Of Power. There, Within The Door, Learn The Tragi-comedy Of Human Life.

The Sky Is The Ultimate Art Gallery Just Above Us.

Nature Is A Rag Merchant, Who Works Up Every Shred And Ort And End Into New Creations.