There Is In Every Village A Torch

Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.

Jean Prouvaire Was Timid Only In Repose. Once Excited, He Burst Forth, A Sort Of Mirth Accentuated His Enthusiasm, And He Was At Once Both Laughing And Lyric.

Where The Telescope Ends The Microscope Begins, And Which Has The Wider Vision?

Those Who Pray Always Are Necessary To Those Who Never Pray. In Our View, The Whole Question Is In The Amount Of Thought That Is Mingled With Prayer.

A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.