I Find My Past In My Present,

Every Dogma Embodies Some Shade Of Truth To Give It Seeming Currency.

Nor Is A Day Lived If The Dawn Is Left Out Of It, With The Prospects It Opens. Who Speaks Charmingly Of Nature Or Of Mankind, Like Him Who Comes Bibulous Of Sunrise And The Fountains Of Waters?

Without A Mythology, Faith Is Impersonal And Heartless.

Equanimity Is The Gem In Virtue's Chaplet, And St. Sweetness The Loveliest In Her Calendar.

Plans Made In The Nursery Can Change The Course Of History