Conduct Is Three-fourths Of Our Life And

Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need Not Despair.

Culture Being A Pursuit Of Our Total Perfection By Means Of Getting To Know, On All The Matters Which Most Concern Us, The Best Which Has Been Thought And Said In The World.

But Often, In The World’s Most Crowded Streets, But Often, In The Din Of Strife, There Rises An Unspeakable Desire After The Knowledge Of Our Buried Life; A Thirst To Spend Our Fire And Restless Force In Tracking Out Our True, Original Course; A Longing To Inquire Into The Mystery Of This Heart Which Beats So Wild, So Deep In Us—to Know Whence Our Lives Come And Where They Go.

Sanity -- That Is The Great Virtue Of The Ancient Literature; The Want Of That Is The Great Defect Of The Modern, In Spite Of Its Variety And Power.

Genius Is Mainly An Affair Of Energy.