The Greatest Genius Will Not Be Worth

Enjoy What You Can, Endure What You Must.

We Are Pantheists As Natural Scientists, Polytheists As Poets, And Monotheists As Moral Beings.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

The Deepest, The Only Theme Of Human History, Compared To Which All Others Are Of Subordinate Importance, Is The Conflict Of Skepticism With Faith.

Talk Well Of The Absent Whenever You Have The Opportunity.