We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours,

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.