Work For Your Own Soul's Sake.

Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow Tooth Which Must Be Propped With Gold.

This Is A Man With An Old Face, Always Old... There Was Pathos, In His Face, And In His Eyes. The Early Weariness; And Sometimes Tears In His Eyes, Which He Let Slip Unconsciously On His Cheek, Or Brushed Away With An Unconcerned Hand. There Were Tears For Human Suffering, Or For A Glance Into The Vast Futility Of Life, Which He Had Seen From The First, Being Old When He Was Born.

It Takes Life To Love Life.

The Tongue May Be An Unruly Member-- But Silence Poisons The Soul.

To Love Is To Find Your Own Soul Through The Soul Of The Beloved One.