The Secret Of The World Is The

Never Self-possessed, Or Prudent, Love Is All Abandonment.

The Maker Of A Sentence Launches Out Into The Infinite.

That Which Befits Us, Embosomed In Beauty And Wonder As We Are, Is Cheerfulness, And Courage, And The Endeavor To Realize Our Aspirations. Shall Not The Heart Which Has Received So Much, Trust The Power By Which It Lives? May It Not Quit Other Leadings, And Listen To The Soul That Has Guided It So Gently, And Taught It So Much, Secure That The Future Will Be Worthy Of The Past?

Whom God Has Put Asunder, Why Should Man Put Together?

Solitude, The Safeguard Of Mediocrity, Is To Genius The Stern Friend