The Day Is Of Infinite Length For

He Who Only Tastes His Error Will Long Dwell With It, Will Take Delight In It As In A Singular Felicity; While He Who Drains It To The Dregs Will, If He Be Not Crazy, Find It To Be What It Is.

Because Everyone Uses Language To Talk, Everyone Thinks He Can Talk About Language.

It Is Quite Beyond Me How Anyone Can Believe God Speaks To Us In Books And Stories. If The World Does Not Directly Reveal To Us Our Relationship To It, If Our Hearts Fail To Tell Us What We Owe Ourselves And Others, We Shall Assuredly Not Learn It From Books, Which Are At Best Designed But To Give Names To Our Errors.

The Rainbow Mirrors Human Aims And Action. Think, And More Clearly Wilt Thou Grasp It, Seeing Life Is But Light In Many-hued Reflection.

What You Have Inherited From Your Forefathers, It Takes Work To Make It Your Own.